She started closing her eyes and gave him full cooperation. Both of them stood up and then Abdulla stood behind her with one hand pressing her melon w...ich was now outside her blouse.His right hand started lifting her saree and finally when it reached her waist high, I was shocked to find mom wearing nothing inside her saree. Her bush was thick and she started spreading her legs to help Abdulla insert his finger inside her dripping cunt.The pious lady with vermilion on her forehead pulled out. I open her cupboards and seen all her size 8 sexy dress hung up so neatly, they cling to her tight body and her ass in them is amazing, I always think when I see her what she had on underneath, I felt the fabric of the dresses, imagining her arse touching the material and my hand has also been there, I bet my wife didn't think I was having such a good time, I moved over to her drawers, one after another I knew I would find her panties soon enough, one drawer, second drawer, bingo, bottom. You sigh as you relax your body back into me, your head resting against my shoulder and neck. You kiss the line of my jaw, before I turn your head back to the side, my hands sliding down to rest on the tops of your thighs, which are just above the water. Whispering into your ear, I tell you my intentions; to play with your cunt until you come long and hard against me. My spread fingers slide back and forth towards the centre of your legs, moving ever closer with each movement. Bringing my left. My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, there were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of the women in the factory who spoke good English to interpret for me, when working abroad I try to learn “please, thank you” and eat sleep and drink in the local language, my mistakes usually cause hysterics.