This time, though, Chloe's grandmother had invited an old friend of hers. When I introduced myself to her I noticed that she was still attractive for ... lady who must have been in her late sixties. She was in decent shape with smooth skin and a giant rack which sagged a bit because of the serious weight. There was something sexual about her.She introduced herself as Susan and, as the evening progressed, I noticed my wife talking to her one-on-one and it seemed to be quite an engaging. I reached her home before the planned timing when her hubby was still home.After her hubby left the house, Sunethra messaged me, “What do you want me to wear for you?” I told her, ‘Saree.” I stepped into the open door of Sunethra. She sat waiting in the hall while she was getting ready for me.Guys, believe me, no clothes look sexier on women than our traditional saree. She wore a plain transparent black saree with a matching black blouse. The blouse was deeply cut, revealing her milky white. With those sexy, tempting moves she started to strip down. Opening the knot of her bra at the back she let it stay there, swindled around, danced came close to me. Gave me a litte lap dance made me hold the end of her saree and went away turning round, then throwing a few moves and then turning around again. She was now left with a black silk petticoat and half untied bra.Then she untied her petticoat and let it fall on the floor revealing her black colored panty. Now she got rid of the knot. Now she insisted I kneel down on the floor and wank myself while she nipped into the kitchen. She was gone a while and I had to fight the urge to come. She emerged back into the living room wearing a French Maids uniform, black stockings and white panties, which I could see from where I was kneeling. She was carrying a basket, the kind of thing you'd see old ladies carrying to the market with fruit and vegetables in. She put it down in front of me and told me to select a banana. I picked out a.