.. My breathing was getting a little heavier now. I let her skirt fall back on to her stomach giving me a hands free view of her panties.I had the sud...en urge to see if her bra matched her panties. It was just curiosity. Nervously I pushed her t shirt up past her smooth (and incredibly soft) stomach and up till I reached the swells of her breasts. I lifted a little more and black lacey material came in to view. Well I had gone this far, I might as well see that her bra looks like. No harm in. “WHAT are you doing?” she demanded.I raised up my head and asked, “Is this new to you?”“Oh yes, and it feels SOOOO good!”After a little more of that I moved up over her until the tip of my helmet rested against her vaginal entrance, “Are you ready to fuck me, my dear?”She answered by pulling me in with her hands on my buns. Damn, she was velvety tight. My last woman was older than me and married with five kids. Kind of loose with floppy tits but still a good fuck.Rosa had her eyes closed as I. He turned his head and grabbed her lips with his own. His tongue shot forward into her mouth, sparring, jabbing, wrestling with hers. His hand rode up again under the hem of her sweater. This time though, he didn't seek approval. His hand moved up and his fingers brushed over her breast. She let out a sound into his mouth that was not quite a scream, but not quite a whimper; it froze him where he was.Slowly he withdrew his hand and rested it in on her ribs. He thought for a second he should. Her son had gone back to his hostel and her husband was out for a week for his official seminar in Mumbai. I had been meeting her after a very long time, and lot of things had changed by now. We sat there chatting for some time and then she went inside kitchen to prepare my special coffee. I was standing there on the door of the kitchen and watching, her shoulder, back and her waist were glowing due toThe sweat and could see the bra lining clearly (as if nothing has changed, was watching her.