Rachel carried a truly wondrous set of waist-hanging 40Js. We met in a cafe when I noticed she looked like Jean but with much heftier boobage. She was...also much older, well into her fifties. Rachel was an early conquest and for a while I would travel for her every couple of days before my cock began being satisfied by more local big ones.Saturday it was Lisa, a huge black mama in her late forties. This was an online find. Hanging off her chest were what I can only describe as two gigantic. Please…After lots of back and forth….Arushi: (Long pause) sigh. I guess this is it. If I have to do this ever I will with you. Rent a hotel in the city for this weekend.The day came and I was eating in the hotel room. I did not know if she will show up. I had wondered so much as to what could it be that she was so afraid of. During my time with her I had completely been faithful. No contacts with any girl. I thought only of her.10 mins late i heard a knock on the door. I opened. She was wearing. I reached out and gently stroked one breast, feeling the smooth silken texture of her skin. I could have spent the rest of dinner just stroking her breasts, but the spell was broken by Peter placing an opened half bottle of red wine and one of white on our table. I looked up and returned his smile, wondering how he knew what wines to bring to us, but then remembered that preference of wine was asked for on the questionnaire. We collected our collation from the buffet, but I cannot for the life. I belong to a very conservative Muslim family and live in a large city in central India. I have quite an extended family. My father was the second eldest among 8 brothers, who all live in a huge tract of land to the northern outskirts of the city. We have a large walled-and-gated compound spread over a couple of acres. The three, 3-storied buildings within the compound have large apartments for each of the eight families. I am the only son and have a twin sister Amna as well as Jazmine, who is.