She smiled saying do you only like to see or do you like to do it?I: I was watching because I can’t do it.She: why can’t you do it?I: I replied I ...an’t do it alone.She: now u have a company and went into the room.I got a green signal from her and followed her. She looks very gorgeous in that tight saree. She looked me in a very sexy manner in which I fell as a prey.She sat in right hand side and asked me whether I have sex with any girls. I said no. She said that she is hot and I’m wasting. At that point, she announced to her friends that we were all going back to her house and I was coming too. I was not asked, I was told. She informed my friends that she was taking me to her place and that she would see to it that I got home safely and they would see me the next day. I was walked through the entire bar, dress still just around my waist and put in the back seat of her car in between two of her friends who played with my pussy and tits the whole ride.Once we got there, she and her. They were genuinely nice people. They were the kind of people who bring out the best in everyone around them. "Salt of the Earth," to use my grandmother's terms, but at the time I really didn't understand what that meant.Mrs. Morrison was a spry sixty-something, much like my grandmother. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocolate chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information. Carelessly he ripped open her shirt sending tiny buttons flying and revealing her black lacy bra. His guesses were close but he had underestimated her a bit, she had to have been at least a D. He spun her around to face him and unhooked the meddlesome bra that was in his way to reveal her gorgeous tits. After pausing a moment to admire just how beautiful she really was he attacked them taking one of her nipples in to his mouth and sucking before slightly biting her. While giving the same.