Her eyes opened and she lifted my hand from her pussy to her mouth. She kissed my fingertips and sucked the finger that had stroked her nub. I bent to...her chest and kissed her breast. She pulled my face to hers and said, ‘I love you. Thank you.’ I couldn’t resist. I deepened my voice and asked, ‘What are five things you were thinking of when you said Thank you?’ She giggled at my imitation of Uncle Walt and answered, ‘I’m thankful that the Great Spirit picked us, I’m thankful that you came to. “Not bad for a 42-year-old Indian housewife”, she said to herself. And it was true. No one would believe that Anjali was in her early 40’s, turning 43 after a couple of weeks and has a son who would turn 20 next month.Anjali had kept herself fit and maintained her body by doing yoga and regular walks. She then slowly walked towards the mirror taking small steps, twisting and turning, looking at every inch of her body. She removed her hair-clip and untied her hair. She slowly ran her hands. He quietly walked up behind her and clasped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and they walked back into the hallway. She looked at him, terrified at what he must think of her, and saw him with his finger over his lips. a signal to keep quiet.They made their way down to the kitchen where Jim prepared some coffee and they sat at the table to talk things over. Jim could feel a tension building and he hoped that he could work it out before they separated."Oh Jim," the petite redhead. "I wanted her to be my first." But..." Steve narrowed his eyes and his lips were thin and not smiling. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" I'm fine," I laughed. "It just hurt a little, it wasn't bad at all. Not like everybody says it is." You had a good experience, right?" Lisa leaned forward to stroke my shoulder and she was happy for me, which was pretty cool."Yeah, I did," I smiled at her. "It was really good." But you're not a virgin..." Steve was still frowning."What? Did you think I was gonna.