"The next thing I knew we were in my apartment in bed fucking our heads off just like old times. It went on and on, different positions, different ope...ings, until finally we lay gasping and totally exhausted for that moment. When we could speak she propped herself up on one elbow, her full breast waving nicely in front of my face.She smiled and said softly, "Thank you my darling for doing this today. I have wanted to say those same words to you ever since we broke up. I just didn't have the. Akhtar then started unhooking Maya’s blouse, and within seconds her blouse came off.Maya, a 35-year-old Hindu widow, stood in front of a Muslim man in her green bra and petticoat. Akhtar hungrily stared at Maya’s 34 sized boobs, trying to pop out of her bra.Akhtar swiftly pushed his hand inside Maya’s petticoat and felt a wet patch on her panty.“Oh, Maya darling,” Akhtar moaned near her lips as he moved his fingers on her panty.“Aaahhhaa aahh,” Maya trembled as she felt Akhtar’s fingers. But I couldn't, something in me refused to separate myself from my son. It felt nice, it felt warm, and it felt secure lying with him like this. Lying in bed with a man as I had not done for years. Feeling the heat and firmness of his frame, the hardness of his dick resting on my hand. While my mind was having this fight with itself about the propriety of what was happening, I felt Mark’s fingers push ever so lightly on my breast. Finger manipulations that certainly could happen u*********sly. She could not believe she had to do this to her jerk of a boss. It all started because she just couldn't wait to get home. She just had to do it at work...Four months ago...It had been a long day and Jena was alone in the office. She was usually working late since she didn't have a social life. She was 33 years old and what some refer to as Big and Beautiful. She had large breast, 38DDD, which she usually hated because they always got in the way, a rather large ass, wide hips, and a poochy.