Jenn was out in the back yard in her shorts, high lumberman’s work boots, blue oxford long sleeved men’s work shirt and baseball cap. She didn’t...hear the doorbell.“Honey; there’s somebody here to see us.” She heard behind her. Jenn put down the trowel and turned. “Oh, fuck!” her mind screamed. She had not made it up. It was the same Luc Santana that she had known in college.He was just as tall and just as trim as ever. His hair had a little grey in it; not much. He looked like he could still. She then took the dildo an slid it inside her as her mouth opened as she fucked herself with it. I soon felt myself shooting my load onto the window sill , as I watched wither on the bed . after an few minutes she stopped an turned off the light . The next night I waited an this time she was alone an did the same thing . The next day I was coming home , She came out to get her mail , she said hello an said " did you like it ? "I was dumbfounded I said huh ? She said I saw you watching me , an I. She introduced herself too, her name was Neha and she had moved to Australia from India 10 years back and this was her first time going back to India. The rest of the dinner was quite uneventful except for my constant ogling at her. I was going for a walk after dinner and as a courtesy I invited all of them. The MIL refused saying she really wanted to catch up on her sleep, since we had an early morning flight the next day. The kid was already sleeping and Neha said she could use a walk. So we. Looking up at his face, I could see the insides of his nostrils; they looked like powered donuts. Still, he was gentle, prying my lips open, pushing his fingers into my mouth, watching me expectantly until I started sucking on them, putting my tongue to work as our gazes fastened. My heart began to pound like a drum as I sucked on his ebony digits, lips parting to form a circle, mouth filled with saliva, taking them in like I would a cock. Like I said, even at sixteen, I knew what pleased a.