Her nipples were large and pink and, yes, there was a small 'landing strip' right above the pillowy lips I could see as she sat next to me cross-legge... holding my cock.I reached over into the bed stand drawer and brought out a small bottle and handed it to her."Oh, it's the stuff I use, works good," she said as one hand held my cock steady as her other hand let a few drops fall on the head.Then she began moving her hand up and down on me, each stroke ending in a twist at the top."You can feel. And now she is 40 years, having a daughter who is 21 years old.I was shocked and asked her, “Are you really 40 years?! I thought you may be 25 or 26 yrs old. You look so young for your age.Me: And why didn’t you marry again?Kalyani: I got many proposals but everyone asked me to leave my daughter in a hostel. I was not ready to leave my daughter alone like that, so I didn’t marry again.To lighten the mood, I said, “But as your daughter is grown up, you can marry now. Any man will be ready to. And other meals ... and drinks after dinner. I tried to make myself useful, making cornbread under BlueBird's watchful eye.Of course, I wore my new clothes. I had a pair of white jeans, yellow jeans, light tan leather pants, and a whole set of t-shirts in various 'bright' colors. Some of them were nearly indecently cropped short. I also decided to let my hair return to its natural brown color ... with a little help from the drug store, at first. This violent change from goth-girl to the look. ”Melanie laughed. “Go on then, knock yourself out,” she told her, bending over farther to push her ass out more. Taking her at her word, Sylvie leaned in and bit down gently on her right buttock, then licked it from bottom to top.“Delicious,” Sylvie complimented her, then added, “Can I eat your pussy later?”“How about now, while I am enjoying my drink?” Melanie offered“Let's do it,” Sylvie responded eagerly.Melanie took her own drink from the table, sat next to me on the sofa and spread her.