It was shaalu. My eyes were wide opened seeing her she was like an ice-cream which is made to eat only. Her figure 38 26 36 was simply gr8. As i moved...towards her she said hii to me and for my surprise she shook my hands herself. I also did the same. Than v sat in the drawing room and started talking. While talking v were also watching t v. First she was sitting in front of me but after some time she started tv and came to sit with me coz tv was on her back. I didn’t mind that. Her arms. The day was still before noon and the sun was warm, the winds were perfect for my small boat. Giving directions on how to set the sails and many other question about sailing. Now it was sit back and enjoy the sun and the wind. It was time for a beer, the order went out for the firstmate to set the beer watch . I watched her close as she bent over and moved below. My mind raced back to just how sexy she was, twice my age and I was turned on by her. After a short bit of just sight seeing, we. She was rubbing her slippery pussy on my thigh now. “Hey!” she said, suddenly.“What?”“You know how I like to taste you?” Her hand moved to find Mr. John Thomas, who was standing tall, ready to be counted. “Down there?” she added.“Yes.”“Well ... have you ever ... um ... tasted one of your girlfriends ... like that?”“You want me to suck your pussy?” I asked, calling a spade a spade.“That doesn’t sound very romantic,” she complained.“This is class, not romance, remember?” I reminded her.“Right. So. "How about, 'I'm taxiing for takeoff?'"Unable to stay on my hands indefinitely, I rose to my feet and watched as Becky consulted with Miss Davenport."Can you remember that? 'I'm taxiing for takeoff, ' Sammy?" Miss Davenport asked me, having agreed to the line that Becky suggested."Yes, Ma'am," I said."Apple, it's Apple," Becky said to the older woman and Miss Davenport nodded her approval that I would be known as Apple in the play.Becky was ecstatic on our walk home. "You actors are so.