Her husband has made her a chuddakar and she now wanted chudai by this tight cock knocking at her bur. She knew that it is a great sin to show nude bo...y to her son, so she controlled and waited for turn of events. “nahi re…. Abb chhotu bada ho gaya hai…” Kusum pushed herself on him and continued..’4-5 deen pahle maine afternoon mey usey dudh pilaana chaaha thaa….ek baar usne chuchi mouth mey liya….pheer uthkad chala gayaa aur bola ki ab wo mera chuchi nahi chusega…..”“too pheer …tum kisko dudh. I would usually come back late from college so I never had time to enjoy a dip in the pool, plus I was more then well endowed and I found it embarrassing to wear tight swimming trunks which gave a clear view of the bulge between my legs. It was Friday evening I had no plans with my friends so I decided to stay at home and watch some T.V and as usually it is there was nothing interesting to watch so I switched it off and went to stand on the balcony. I noticed there was no one at the pool. I could hardly contain myself. I don’t think she knew what was going on, but I think she liked it because she began moving around a lot more. She reached under the front of her skirt to see what was now poking her in the front. She reached under herself and grabbed the head of my cock. I wasn’t expecting it and I almost let a groan slip out. She started rubbing and grinding my cockhead against her cunt. I couldn’t believe it. As she kept rubbing herself with my cock, I could feel a wet. This was concentration on a grand scale; like some sort of voyeuristic tunnel-vision, ignoring everything but her target. Every particle of Anja’s being was focussed on the anticipation of seeing the man’s tumescent phallus again. She knew that if she let her attention wander for just a fraction of a second she might miss a crucial glimpse of shiny, resilient flesh. Oh how she longed for a pair of binoculars, the better (and bigger) to see the organ she craved.As her concentration increased,.