There was gravy all over her saree under her boobs covering almost all of her waist. She moaned of pain as the gravy was warm. I immediately took some...tissues and offered them to her. She started wiping it but couldn’t do it with two hands because there was so much gravy that the tissues became soggy very soon.So I asked her if I could help her. She said yes please. I took some tissues and followed her to a tap in the corner of the ground. I opened the tap for her and she was cleaning her. ’ I leaned back in my chair and decided to just watch. Her lips again surrounded my shaft. Sandy didn’t have a generous mouth and I could feel the tightness as her lips stretched wider to accommodate. With a valiant effort she managed to spread the wider allowing her salvia to drool down my organ before they clamped around it. Her lips slipped down further as she took in more of my manhood. I could feel the tip touching the back of her throat and still she pressed downward. Sandy suddenly. My husband works out of town quite often, and when he does get home, we usually have sex about once or twice a week, which leaves me craving more. I know he probably has a girlfriend along the way, because he seems to have lost interest in our sex life. I stay horny all the time and masturbate almost every night, sometimes twice a night.One day, I had my sixteen-year-old niece stay overnight with us, and she was sleeping in the spare bedroom next to Jim's, my son. I thought I heard noises that. The morning after the kiss the normal bus arrives, I get on first and she sits next to me. She places her arms around my neck and leans in, I return the favor and hold her side and the back of her head, I lean in with her. As I lean my head to the side and open my mouth a little, our mouths meet, her tongue and mine play a bit with each other, we explore each others mouths in a warm embrace. I pull back and look at her; her eyes stare into mine, they’re amber deep and unending, searching in.