If he had been able to recall what had been in his mind at that precise moment as he straightened his jacket, it would have been nothing more exciting...than what to have for dinner ? preferably something he could easily heat up in the microwave ? a bachelor’s special. ‘Chinese or Indian?’ he wondered, ‘I couldn’t face another pizza!’And it was at that moment that Greg stopped dead in his tracks. ‘Good God!’ he muttered under his breath as he noticed her for the first time, pushing her trolley in. Veronica was maybe 5 feet tall, but always wore platform heels. She was a little on the heavier side but that wouldn’t matter if you were looking at her. She had a very soft hourglass body with very large supple breasts that were always pushed up. The heels she always wore made her legs look amazing, and she accentuated that even more by wearing high skirts. She was shyer than Trish or my mom. Veronica would always be sitting listening and laughing and using her eyes to seduce the world. She. Let us begin.I lived with my mother, Ragini, back in India. She is 55-year-old with a voluptuous figure 36DD-34-40 Figure. She has kept herself fit with Yoga and diet since I left. On my first day at college, I bumped into a girl and was stuck watching her. Ariana was my classmate, and she was 27 with a 34DD-30-34 figure wearing a halter neck top showing ample cleavage and low-waist jeans. We both looked at each other for a brief moment.It became a routine. We would stare at each other during. I squeezed him with my internal muscles and then began to ride him up and down, hard and fast. Sitting up on him, he watched as I played with my breasts and then my clit, rubbing hard at my clit as I fucked him. Turn around he told me, I know he likes my arse so I did exactly as I was told, but first I released one of his hands from the silk tie, I turned around, him spread-eagle on the bed, me straddling him with my back to him facing his feet, I continued to ride him, thrusting down on his.