It was not only about sex but more of love. First I will introduce my family. In my family my father is dead, so only me and my mother. My mother had ... sister who lived in the village of her husband. She was married for about three years and she had no children. She was in her thirties (10 years younger than my mother) and looked like Tamil film heroine jothika. So this happened during a village festival. My chiththi and her husband came to our house for this festival and stayed with us. Within. "My dear, dear Jill, I just knew you'd show up again one day! The way you two were together for those wonderful months before you ... went away ... you were like to halves of ... bloody words ... the memory is not enhanced by alcohol you know. You were like concentric circles, fitting within one another ... or does that sound too suggestive?" Of course it does, which is exactly how things should be Lady H!" I laughed. It was wonderful to hear the old woman in full flow again, with her tipsy. I said YES, Ye Dil Maange More. She leaned again and took my penis in her mouth. I was in cloud nine. Sometime she was licking my penis with her tongue like a dog. Sometime she was sucking like lollypop. She was expert in giving blowjob and knew how to please a man. This is benefit of married women. They know how to please a man.She kept my full penis inside her mouth and sucking like a pro. It was my best blowjob. She was trying all things. Sometime rubbing with hands, sometime licking with. The sound of the sex, amplified by her wetness filled the room, each obscene slap driving her more inane. Her betrayal was complete, all thoughts of guilt washed away. All she could think of now was his cock, throbbing inside her, how she couldn’t get enough of it. How she wanted to feel it twitch as it spilled its seed into her. He was licking her nipple, rolling it between his teeth and tongue. Punctuating the occasional thrust with a lewd bite. Driven by her lust she grabbed his head and.