When we reached up, both of us were sweating and panting heavily, but the boy was so fit it doesn t, bother him. My husband is obese, is diabetic and ...as heart problems. He looked like he might collapse.Me too, though I am very tall (I m 1. 78 m tall), is on the plus size. As both of us hold on to the railings to catch our breath, from the corner of my thick glasses (I m almost blind without them) I saw a group of young punks waiting for us, all giving high fives to each other. They were his. But even then we both were liking each other and were living happily after our marriage.Our sex life is also normal,as Rahul is a good doctor so he dont have much time to spend at home but even then we use to have sex once in a day or the night.Today in early morning Rahul got ready for the hospital.I was in the bed till that time,he came towards me on the bed to kiss me and while kissing he said am leaving honey and will be back early in the evening also today I will come with one of ma. Usually she goes out with these two and I am left to imagine what she's doing to them, with them.She dressed nicely, a skirt, pantyhose, silken panties, a nice bra and blouse and a pair of nice boots. Today's experience wasn't about the clothing, it was about the experience. We arrived at a dirt hole of a motel. Crack heads and alcoholics were hiding in the surrounding rooms, getting their fix; checking out of reality for a while. I stood motionless in the closet. The slats were barely open. Tight muscles knotted in her legs and butt as she strained against her task. She suddenly straightened and turned, aware of my attention. Smiling, she waved energetically.The load shift caused Brittany to fall back in the sand on her fuller posterior. I could see her mouth moving as she complained. Standing up, she brushed the caked sand from her firm cheeks. I noticed I had slightly bruised her fair skin when I had spanked her the night before. The taller and more voluptuous Brittany otherwise.