Her pictures didn't do her justice as she walked elegantly toward me,leaned over and kissed my cheek saying, "My, you make a lovely couple.So when do ... get to hold my grandbabies?" I smiled and said, "When Iget married mother and I'm not married yet, see no ring." I held up myleft had to her that had no rings on them with her sitting at the tablesaying, "You really should have called me and from what Tara has saidRobby would be ideal." "Yes, well, mother he's moving in tomorrow with me."Tara. I love this website more than anything else. My native is from Rajasthan and we settled in Chennai very long back before my birth. My sex life was started very long before while I don’t know anything about cock, pussy or sex plays.In my family it was just me and my mom Sunitha. we don’t know about my father , we mean me and my mom cause, my mom used to have sex with lot of guys and in that hassle and fussle I was born to someone :-) I am happy for that because I’m the few among those who have. I heard the springs cry out for mercy when we sat on her bed. Her jiggly jelly rolls fought a gruesome battle when she bounced around excited that a man was there to see her. Her tongue engulfed my face before I could even speak. It had obviously been a while for her since she skipped small talk and frantically pulled down her grey stained sweat pants. I bravely plunged my fingers between her razor burned legs, yet the mountains of fat rolls made it almost impossible to figure out which hole. I thought we were really nearing getting in bed together, but her silly husband got in between my penis and her pussy, after this incident, she started calling me Mr. Big.Next day, when I was going to bath, Sandhya comes and ask me whether I need a massage. I readily agreed. I lay down nude on the bed and called her in. She started applying oil on my back; however, this time she removed her sari saying that her clothes got dirty yesterday when she was applying oil. I didn’t really think about.