Her husband, my uncle, always involved in his business and in his drinking at night was neglecting her. She was stuck with raising her children and I ...as always around as help. She started to confide her worries over his drinking, his neglect to herself and the children. We became close friends, sharing our mind, little did she realize how at nights I played with my cock thinking only of her. A few years later, when I went away to college, she still remained strong in my thoughts and I. She stirred as I approached her from the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her large, round breasts. "Oh, Josh," she said, "I didn't know that you were home already." Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds stillhung out of the bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and headed toward the back door. "I have dinner in the oven," she explained, "so I thought I might take in some sun." In her haste to. Hmmmmmmm!!!! as she sucked me dry with her face covered in cum....whhoooaaahhhhh!!!...she looked so gorgeous with cum all over her pretty face!!.. I took out my phone and took a picture of her cum covered face while she smiled sexily for me. Wooowwww!!!....Sharmin, you are so sexy!!!!..she replied with a Thank you!! with a smile on her face and put back on her clothes and I did too. She then tells me not to tell her husband that it's only between me and her only!! in her broken English. I. Mario hinted that maybe his truffles were responsible, having a known aphrodisiac quality, well that’s what he suggested, but he was wily enough to realise that Louise mattered too, especially to the male fraternity – his brand new waitress of half Italian descent of course. She was so outstanding in every way – she gave all the guys a glint in their eyes which seemed to give them a new stance in maybe tired relationships with spouses and the like. With full stomachs and a vision of Louise they.