. Who the hell are you?”“You must be the cleaner ... Manda? ... Wait, you’re Mrs Smith, Andrew’s mother?”“Y-yes, hold on a minute, Miss Jo...es? Miss Jones from the Comp?”“Yes, Michelle Jones,” said Michelle, relaxing a little but conscious that she was wearing one of Tim’s tee-shirts and nothing else, long enough to finish halfway down her thighs.Manda Smith started laughing, “Look at me, I thought I was alone in the house, you really frightened the wits outta me!”“And I thought you were Tim,”. So just sit back, relax and enjoy while shagging your dick. This was my first ever experience and it happened in Bangalore when I was still in college. It’s a long story and I have split it into different parts.Heroin of the story (Asha aunty) was 34 years old and was a perfect milf of 36-30-34. I was still 18 back then. She was a Tamil Iyer and she rocked in any attire that she wore. Particularly I was a fan of her traditional attire.Our owners were an old couple who lived on the ground floor.. So much so that he asked her to join him for a cup of coffee at Starbucks when they left the restaurant. After coffee, Roger brought Ann home and gave her a tender kiss goodnight, telling her he would like to see her again and would call her soon to arrange it.On Saturday, Roger went to dinner with Amber. At twenty-eight, Amber was very pleasing to the eyes. She had an even more generous bosom than Ann. She wore a loose sweater that showed her upper chest and tight jeans with various rips in. John was treated to a wonderful display of stretching by the nubile, bare-chested girls, and he marvelled at their stubborn refusal to let gravity do its work. He knew full well that they were only putting on a show for his benefit and the teasing smiles confirmed it a moment later.“The message?” Faye prompted him with a cheeky giggle.John coughed and replied with a smile, “Let’s hear what the good Admiral has to say for herself.”There was a crackle of light at the end of the bed, and a.