I was too out of control now. I rang her doorbell. She opened in an instant. I didn’t wait for anything else and pushed the partial opening of the d...or and went in. I turned and closed the door. She was looking afraid. But she was looking gracious. God, she was wearing a red saree. MAGNIFICANT! A tight blouse. Proper waistline. DEEP DOWN CLEAVAGE.. 38 i guess.. I didn’t think anything about what’s gonna happen next and just hold her waist and pecked her on lips. She resisted with a really angry. .. needing to be kissed.They were trembling as he answered his Grandma's question."He is so lovely, Grandma... like a girl." It was all he could manage inhis breathless emotion, but these few words swelled Roger's penis into anupward point in his panties. His emotions rose so quickly that hispantied bottom slid helplessly forward on Grandma Agatha's dress and hishair and ribbon slid down between her breasts."Aaaaaaah!" exclaimed all four women in sympathy, feeling the girlishemotions that were. She said you had better pull your little pee pee out and jerk it . I didn't , I was to busy watching my beautiful blonde wife being an absolute whore for a guy we only met last weekend. What happened next was a very big surprise to me. Michael pulled his cock from Andrea's ass and rolled her over then he put it to her lips. She took it in her mouth and began sucking it. It had just been in her ass. His balls raised up and I knew she was swallowing his load. He pushed his self up and headed. Until the following took place, no matter how hard I tried over the years to bring her out of her shell, it simply hadn’t worked. To give you a better idea, I had never seen her completely naked. She has insisted on always changing in the bathroom and whenever we have sex the lights had to be turned off. Even at the beach or a pool she has always worn a full one piece suit with a skirt. So all I have had over the years were glimpses here and there and shadowed views of her chest or rear.