It was as hard as a ball bearing, and I took it in my mouth and sucked gently, and then a little harder as my left hand creeped up her body to her oth...r nipple and tweaked it. She moaned softly, arching her back and pushing her tits into my face and hand. I let go of her left nipple and moved to her right, switching hands and sucking on her right nipple while tweaking the other. My right hand moved in circles, my index finger circling her areola like painting gently with a brush. Her nipples. " She shuddered as the huge cock pressed against her, jabbing against her but not even entering at all, too thick to slip in. "Press harder, my love... hard until it feels good." Her hands caressed his chest, encouraging him, legs trembling with excitement as she held them apart. Her voice was perfectly steady, despite what was about to happen. "It's okay to break me," she murmured, reaching down to hold her pussy lips apart, finally getting a little bit inside. "It's okay to... kill me.... Tennis stroke that is, I had never found any reason to complain about her other forms of stroking. She kept firing shot after shot, while I paced around and offered the occasional blurb of advice.When the machine ran out of ammo, Nicole turned to me, beaming with a wide smile on her face. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips and pressing her nose to mine, giggling.I held her for a moment, my body reacting but my brain remininding myself that she was not my girlfriend. She. ." started Amit but he could not finish the statement."Looks like a curvy mature Indian female, perhaps?" smiled Rekha, still over her shoulder.It took Amit a moment to realise that his mother was quoting the exact wording of the first part of the advertisement. "Um, yes," was all that he could respond as he tried to decide if it was a coincidence or if his mother had placed the advert."I got your letter," Rekha said softly, now turned to face her son."Wwwhat letter?" stammered Amit."The one.