He smiled for she was braless and her tits hung great mounds of flesh almost to her navel that wobbled as she approached him, which immediately had a ...ection of his anatomy very interested. They embraced and he had a very substantial feel of those sagging mountains. 'I love your tits', he whispered. 'Whatever you did in England must have been for their benefit, they are fucking delightful'. She giggled and hand in hand they went into the lounge room where her sister was reading the paper. His. We have had fucked several times now. This nice, sweet woman turns out to be a little nasty whore. Just my kind of woman.My wife & I pass by a few weeks ago just to say hi. Everyone was outside when my mother in law asked if I would help her with somethings in the back room. Told her sure. Dont mind helping out. She was wearing this low cut sun dress. As we went inside, I grabbed her ass & told her I was thinking of her last night. She said the same thing.We got to the laundry room & starting. I held back though so as not to be to rough too soon. When I was about two-thirds of the way in, I felt his body react and a very guttural moan that I had not heard before escape his lips. He tried to pull away from me but there was no where for him to go. He turned his head and asked me to stop for a minute. I again reminded him not to talk but I honored his request and held up pushing for a few seconds. He moved his ass around I suspect to attempt to change the angle a bit so as to relieve. I’ve always been a collector and the studio was filled with curious objects that I had picked up. She seemed to find these fascinating and as I carried the coffee tray into the room, I found that she had unsheathed an old sword.“That’s a Scottish claymore from the 1660’s or thereabouts.”She looked at me doubtfully and returned the blade to its sheath. Next her attention focused upon a frame containing a page of Sanskrit calligraphy.“What is this?”“It’s a verse from a medieval Indian book – a.