“Oh geez mister, you needed more than a punishment for your bad behaviour. I only tolerate loyal, naughty boys,” she said as she sandwiched my fac... in between her thighs and pushed her weight down on me. Her wet panties choked me as she sat right on my nose and mouth. I struggled to breath“Well mister, if you want to breathe freely, you need to stay quiet okay?” She voiced out while slowly lifted her hips up and allowed me to breathe while waiting for my answer.“NO! HE-!” My screams were cut. My own larger breasts, as firm after 40 as they were at 30, tingled, and when I cupped them and tweaked my nipples, an electric shock of pleasure shot through me. I wriggled my shorts down, baring my smooth, shiny wet mound. Stephie stared at me in wonder, as if now that I was naked, it was some sort of confirmation that this was all real and not a maybe-it-will-maybe-it-won’t game. She moaned softly and moved restlessly on the bed, her body singing in full chorus, but not sure what to do. I. While having food, I tried to sit as close as possible to her. I was staring at her melons and she noticed it again. She asked kya dekhrha hai. I gathered a lot of courage and said, Mummy ko nahi bologe toh ek baat bolu? She said bol. I said, aunty aap bhot sundarr ho. She laughed cutely and said thanks.She asked me to finish the dinner and help her tidy up the bed. I did so and while picking up stuff, I found a pink bra. I picked it up and held it high to smell it. I heard a shout, kya karrha. Imagine what she looks like... her face, her body, everything. Picture it." I did as she commanded and closed my eyes. I had the perfect vision in my head. The girl had shoulder length blonde hair, soft facial features with bright red pouty lips, the perfect hourglass figure with a pair of tits that cried out to be touched. Smooth, silky legs and the roundest ass. I was getting even more turned on now. I pictured this woman on top of me, as my wife, rubbing against me and making love to.