“Get a move on! I haven’t all day!” Despite the sharp pain in my arse, my cock throbbed as I enjoyed being humiliated by this magnificent mature...woman. The buttons came undone, her hips wriggled tantalisingly before my eyes as the tight skirt slipped down; my cock dribbled pre-cum as I sniffed the glorious scent of her panties which were wet with excitement. She pulled my face into her crotch, allowing me to indulge in the hot taste and aroma of her womanhood. Having given me a taste she. I came in center and started dance on a vulgar song (parody of a film song). “mere hatho mein nau nau chudiya han mujhe jodo sanam kyo duriya han”. After some moments i sat before my chacha (uncle) who was now one of my khasam, and requested him to hold the pallu of my saree. He did so . I got up in such a way that my saree slipped from my shoulder exposing my bust. My tits were looking well raised from under the blouse. I waved my waist in very sexiest way for some moments again and started. One leg was between mine, and I could feel the touch of her smooth-shaven sex against my hip. I absently stroked her long, dark hair, and let out a sigh of contentment.Then I came fully awake and my eyes widened as I remembered who was sharing my bed...The night before: HalloweenThe latest procession of inebriated guests told me that the party was winding down. Thankfully, Jeanie appeared to have kept her promise and abstained from drinking. She looked steady - and a little irritated - as she. He and another captain, Meacham, went in, watching their backs because you didn't know in that part if they were going to act French or German on any given day. There were a couple of mademoiselles or frauleins at the bar, desperate enough to fuck for a pack of cigarettes or GI chocolate. There was also an older blonde behind the bar, with the big sturdy build of an opera singer in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, who seemed amused to have GIs in her place. Probably hadn't been that long since she'd.