She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde ...air and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No eighteen year old, but tight and firm in all the right places.She babysat me often as a child and I was always in love with her. Once,. “You know, girls your age should not say things like that to men my age. But, seriously, how about if I loaned you the hundred bucks so you could buy the boots? You could pay me back in the new year when you manage to save it up.”She eyed me, somewhat suspiciously. My poor attempt at humour had raised a possibility in her mind that hadn’t been there before, and I was sorry for that. I hadn’t meant to cause alarm.“What would I have to do for this ‘loan’?”I looked her in the eye. “My interest. I put my two hands, fingers spread, underneath each cheek of her arse, and lifted her slightly as if I was eating a watermelon. Well, she was wet enough to qualify, and I wallowed in the sweet juices that oozed between perfect, swollen lips.Ramping up my ministrations with the occasional nip of her clit between my teeth, I could feel her begin to build up, confirmed by the spluttering of expletives, which she must have learnt from Amber. (Is that where the expression comes from? “To get the. I run behind her but she locked her in a room and I came back. Next day on Holi I drunk little and caught her alone and colored her full body with color on hand. I massaged her stomach, face, buttocks and neck wildly. I wanted to put color on her breasts but was hesitating. She was alone and at last I put my hands under her blouse and pressed her breasts. She didn’t objected and after leaving her she was smiling and said “Tumari mummy se kahungi ki larka ab bara ho gaya hai, ab larki khogta.