Humor lightens the mood and makes everything more enjoyable.I noticed that Varsha would often give tips to mami as to what I liked to do when fucking,...and how I liked to be treated. What my likes and dislikes were, how I moved, and how I wanted her to move. She didn’t tell me anything anymore, as she used to before, in Mumbai.I felt like I’d finally passed some kind of test and had a MILF’s stamp of approval on me. I felt proud, sort of. I also had them give me a double titjob. It was just a. And I was certainly dressed, coming in from the outside as we had. So there must have been some conversation, if only to fill the time required getting our clothes off. But I don't remember any of it.The most enduring image I have of that first day is of myself lying on the living room couch with Maggie astride me and kneeling over my face as my tongue devoured her, offering me free advice."Yes, yes, oh I love it when you squeeze my ass cheeks together like that!" Oh, suck it baby! Yes! Just. Next day was sundayDr vijaya sunday sham ko 6bje ayi asa lag raha tha wo running karte hue ayi thi unka t shirt pura pasine se gilla tha aur tight lower ki wajah se figure ek dum mast lag raha tha mera lund semi erect ho chuka tha.Is bar unhone shirt kholne kaha toh mai yeh soch raha tha ki mera lund na dikh jaye,kyun ki hospital me jo dress dete h wo bahut he patla sa hota h aur transparent type ka toh mai thoda sochne laga toh wo gusse me mere pas ayi aur khud he shirt ka ek button khola aur. ..nice,but you want more, don't you, my dear? You want to suck my clit, todrink my nectar, don't you? Lick from the bottom to the top, over thepanties. Ahhh...it sends electric pulses all over my body when you runyour tongue over my clit."She was the loveliest woman I'd even been with, and here I was stuckbetween her luscious thighs, worshipping her wet slit, guarded by thethinnest gauze cover. Clean-shaven, dripping wet, I could seeeverything, the way her hooded clit stuck up, waiting to be.