This time it is about me and Manju and Manju is a 45-46 yrs old Bengali lady whom I met in Mumbai’s local train first class while travelling to work...Let me first tell you about Manju and she has good height of 5.11 black hair just below her shoulders, nice 32c bra cup they are bit loose but are hot enough to make you crazy she has little plump stomach and big ass which swings a bit when she walks specially when she wears Salwar kameez her skin complex is bit dusky like normal Bengali women.It. I placed my thumb and middle finger on the dimples. She was trembling. I suddenly grabbed both arms grasping them together tightly with one hand, using the leverage to press her face down into the wet spot on the couch. She let out a surprised squeak. I then spanked her right ass cheek HARD. She squealed and raised herself up onto her tip toes. I then slapped her left ass cheek and she lowered her feet and raised them again. She inhaled making a hissing sound followed by a whispering,. My one hand moves on to your back pushing your groin onto mine as the other still cups your breast but moves down and under your top. Your hands come round my neck as our tongues entwine. .....Our kissing and holding really starts to warm ourselves up I can feel your nipple harden as I tweak and rub it through your bra. Our groins rub together and my cock starts to thicken and lengthen. We break apart and I tell you to go upstairs and have a wash and strip off completely and wait for me on the. Remind me not to piss you off,’ she said with a chuckle. Kendall paced the small floor behind the register. ‘I’m worried. She was supposed to break-up with Kevin this weekend, and now we haven’t heard from her.’ Joanne pulled a face. ‘Kevin wouldn’t hurt her, hon.’ ‘I know, but I still have a bad feeling about this.’ ‘So, what, you’re a Jedi now?’ ‘Something like that,’ Kendall muttered. She was still pacing when the door opened. A distraught and disheveled Taylor stood in the doorway, her red.