I sayThis because I have heard other boys & men speak of a woman that it first makesMe feel guilty then the anger inside me rises with the frustration...of inabilityTo do anything. I went home that evening & spoke about this to my sister Aarti. At first herFace showed displeasure but when I told her what I actually felt she wanted toKnow more about what he said. I told her the complete story. She smiled. SheKnew the boy as she was doing her 12th in the same school. She started to slowlyMake. ”Maggie giggled and asked; “Don’t I count?”My wife squatted down and reached between my legs. Soon her fingers were in Maggie’s pussy hole and she was saying, “No, women don’t count. You can’t find me, feel me up, fuck me, and then forget me…like most men do.”Maggie finished her job once I stopped distracting her. When she came out and stood up I was amazed at how pretty that woman was.I said, “You are a very attractive plumber. Do you always dress like that?”Maggie had a great smile as she. After a moment or two, I worked my tongue between her folds, running it up and down her slit as she started to moan even louder and gasp. I was really encouraged by her response as I continued moving my tongue up and down her slit, varying the speed as I did. Her juices were really starting to flow from her pussy as I savored ever drop. As I made my way down, I found her opening where I eased my tongue inside her. I head her gasp, and felt her grab me by the hair. That's when began thrusting. I buried my face into her hose-covered crotch and inhaled, chewed, and breathed hot breath all over her musky saddle, at the same time, I was removing my shoes, socks, and slipped out of my jeans. Mom was moaning those familiar, seductive adjectives from the bottom of her lungs as I grabbed at the crotch of her hose and forcefully ripped them apart. It was like unwrapping a long anticipated present, her soft reddish-golden mound of pubic hair, and the warm inviting crevice just beneath it. I.