‘I wish I could grow stuff,’ Stan grumbled. ‘I must have been born with brown fingers.’ ‘You just don’t care enough about it,’ Elizabeth...returned, with a grin. ‘If you cared about plants as much as you cared about music, you could grow things. But you always forget to water them, or you put them in the wrong place so they get direct sunlight when they’d thrive on shade, or something…’ she said lightly. Stan could tell she was only mostly joking though. He looked back out the window. ‘Uh huh.. Ek din main marriage attend krne gaya tha apne family ke sath vo bhi apne family ke saath gayi thi jo ki barat aane me abhi samay tha to vo boli mujhe ghar chhorne ke liye to mai chl para us din vo kamal ki dress pehni thu blue jeans black t shirt kamal lag rhj thi.Hum saath chale gaye uske ghar pahunch ke use utara to uska ghar pe tala band tha to usne darwaza khola aur bola chlo andar main to sala mud me tha aur mauka bhi mil gay aur main andar chla gaya.Vo boli main dress change krke aati. I'm not being cocky, just honest; this is true. I had blown my load down Lisa's ass and mouth more times than I can remember. We had the sexual appetites of demons, and I just ached to have her again tonight.But Loretta was the vision sitting next to me, just as beautiful and even younger. And halfway through the evening, a bottle and a half of cabernet later, Loretta began rubbing my thigh under the table. I glanced over to her, and she smiled softly. Then, ever so gently, the sexy vixen bit. Once again, we fucked eagerly and steadily for another few minutes, and I happily squeezed and fondled her large fat arse cheeks as I did.My hard cock plunged up and down, slipping in and out of her wet saggy pussy, and grandma Lilly groaned over and over as I did.Then I pulled out, sat down on the sofa, and suggested she ride me for a bit, and eagerly she got up, straddled my lap, and slowly lowered her big wet pussy down onto my hard waiting cock.She quickly sunk down onto me, and my hard.