I opened the walk-in closet where most of her stuff was hanging. She took out a couple of dresses. Can I try these on? she asked. Of course The bathr...om is right over there, I said, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. She left me for a few minutes. I wasnt sure if she wanted me to stay or not, but I stayed. And I was glad I did because she finally came out wearing a little black dress. It was short and tight around the booty and tits. She turned around and asked me to zip her. I was embarrassed; my body chemistry was beyond my control. But to my surprise, Gandhi’s 44 yr old mother was pressing her self, against me and my hard cock, I looked at her back, there was no doubt in my mind, that she was thrusting her self against my hard cock. I could feel my hard erect maleness against her soft mound. Her body was on fire with desire, I cupped her soft big enormous wide protruding arse cheeks, pressing and kneading with my hands. Her fingers were digging into my back. Her. I know where he had been and what or to be more precise who he had been doing all weekend. he is after all who i had been watching all weekend. i was out of time so i cleaned up the messes i had made and climbed in the shower. i put my cum fuck me now red dress on along with my crotchless net stockings. sprayed a hint of his favorite perfume between my tits and sat down by the computer waiting for his return. i flipped it back on and got it ready as he had instructed. they were sending on. She smiled. Maybe they were keeping secrets of their own. She thought back to the day when they had presented each other with their wedding gifts, how pleased each couple was to surprise the other, how much love had been shared that day. And every day since had been even better. They had known they were sexually compatible from the beginning, but as they had lived together, shared their feelings, truly gotten to know each other, the love had deepened. She could no longer imagine life without.