I have to drive home, so it will help me stay awake,” I said.“What was that a hint?” Maurine asked.“No, not at all.” I should have had some ...itty reply ready, but the whole thing caught me by surprise.“I didn’t mean to imply that you did,” she said.“You know, lets just start over from he beginning. I really enjoy your company. You are a bit younger and that appeals to me as well,” I explained. “I expect there are a lot of things we are going to see differently, but that could be a good thing.. Ab me apne tarike se kaam kar rahi thi kyuki mujhe sex ka koi experience nahi tha aur mera pehla sex ek aatma se hoga mene kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.Mene gharme kaam karnewali maids ko hafte bhar ki chutti dedi.Aur kehdiya ki me bahaar jarahi hoon.Jaisi ghar se sab chale gaye mene ghar ko under se lock kar diya aur saare parde/khidkiya lock kardi aur ghar ka fuse nikal diya.Ghar me poori tarha andhera cha chuka tha aur garmi bhi bohot jyada thi meri body ki ab smell bohot aarahi thi kyuki mene 2. My panties were drenched and I couldn't concentrate, I released the grip of my lips on the cock and gasped for air. "Come on my precious one" urged Tsuli "you are doing so well", and she squeezed me tight. I returned to the cock with renewed vigour and her right hand slipped up to cup my right breast, massaging then squeezing the now rock hard nipple. "My god your breasts are fantastic" she said in her breathless whisper and a wave flushed over me, my tummy contracting in ecstasy. I sucked down. My mother was not an especially feminine woman. She very rarely would apply any kind of make-up, and had a preference for a casual look of jeans and T-shirts. She didn’t care for anything frilly, and was a wearer of tights (pantyhose) as opposed to stockings and suspenders (garters). When she hung out her underwear it was a row of beige bras and panties, almost industrial by design. She definitely preferred comfort over styling.I would visit my grandmother at least a couple of times a year,.