“Was that good?”“Amazing… the best…” I couldn’t think straight, much less make sense when I spoke.Summer stood up and for the first time...I got a good look at her tits and I was in love. They were big, probably C cups but somehow still perky. They looked too perfect to be real, and at that moment, I wondered if they were fake but soon found out that they were indeed all natural.I reached out to caress them and on the first touch, I was overwhelmed by how badly I wanted to have her nipples in my. We went in,with Bindu giving me an amused look and what we saw was anything but what weexpected.Priya stood there glowing in apristine Kerala saree with a broad kasavu (gold border). She had worn itbeautifully and her hair was tied back, slick and decked with some lovelyjasmine flowers, where she had got it from, I don’t know. My God, you lookBeautiful”, gushed Bindu, completely surprising us and taking the words out ofmy mouth. She went up to Priya and held herby the shoulders looking up and. I never knew what was to come… The last man I messed with was eight years younger than me and it was a behind the closed door sort of thing that I was just involved with because I got so lonely. I moved to a place without family or friends and didn’t get out much being a single mother of a young child with no support network. So, I met someone on the job and after about three months of his relentless persistence I gave in… And it did serve the purpose for over a year and a half or so. It wasn’t. In my hand, it felt very heavy and hot and was pretty hard yet spongy to the touch. There were big veins running along it girth and his foreskin rested behind its big, long, mushroomed cock head. His big balls were a whole other story, they were the size of tennis balls that hung way down and were suspended in their sac by a thin amount of dark black skin covered with short black pubic hair. Because I was so facinated by his balls, I hadn’t noticed that there was lots more pre-cum for me. I.