The thing which is true for you might be wrong for me.After that we became more open to each other. She even started telling me about her periods. I a...so started liking her. I was in love with her but my fate was going to marry with my own brother. And the day of her married arrived and she got married with my brother Zahid. On the day of her married I was feeling very bad and was so upset. I don’t want to see her with my brother. So I told everybody in my home that I have some emergency work. She was slim but the fit of her pants hinted at well-toned legs. “Yes, thank you,” she replied. “Are you waiting for someone?” I pressed. “I’m a widow; I shall always be waiting for someone,” she replied softly, still holding a weak smile. “May I sit down?” I asked, pointing to a chair on the opposite side of her table. “Yes, of course,” she answered. “So, you’re alone?” I asked. “But you’re okay?” “Yes, of course,” she replied, “I was just waiting for a nice gentleman such as yourself. You stand up, remove your panties and pull off my shirt as I gaze at your loveliness. The full breasts, and yummy, slightly curvy belly, those gorgeous legs and your bald pussy, it’s cleft awaiting attention.I lead you to the sofa and you bend over and pull your cheeks wide apart. I drop to my knees and my tongue laps at your pussy. Long, firm laps from your clit to you’re a small pucker of your ass. I am in no rush, your pussy smells wonderful and tastes better, as it opens a bit with. The day my sister married, I walked into Mom's bedroom without knocking; she was completely nude standing and admiring her body in the full length mirror. The sight of her huge tits and the big black furry pussy made me swoon and I somehow I managed to control the urge to grab her and make love to her. I almost passed out. I could hardly breathe. She slowly covered herself up as she turned around and scolded me for not knocking. I know she saw the bulge in my shorts.That afternoon at the.