But times were going to change. Festival time arrived with a new hope. A hope of being able to make sensual love to Sarala aunty, and make her moan an... scream with each of my deep and hard thrusts. It was not like I just wanted to fuck her, no, not at all. She was 48 yrs old, that means? She was my mom’s age, she was a respected elder lady. I also respected her. That’s why, I didn’t want to just fuck her, I wanted to make love to her.I wanted to give her a lot of pleasure. I wanted to reach the. She stood and looked him in the eyes. Smiling, she unlocked one handcuff and turned to walk out of the room. She hoped he got the hint. Just as she got to the door way to her bedroom, he grabbed her around the waist. He picked her up and tossed her to the bed. Her heart was pounding; she never heard him approach her. His shirt was missing, and now he was totally naked; his erection pointing stiffly toward the ceiling. Like a panther, he crouched at the foot of her bed; eyes wild with need. She. He could hear the sheer pleasure in it. Her back arched slightly as she felt his nipple circling her distended nub. Fingers interlaced with his hair, as a soft moan pushed past her lips. His hands moved along her sides and ever closer to the top of the lace that now covered the prize he sought. Slowly, he peeled the edge of her panties down as his lips began to travel down her the curve of her breast and down her stomach. He continued to look up at her in an attempt to see the pleasure and. Once I had emptied my sack in her mouth she retrieved tissue from her purse and spilled the contents of her mouth in that tissue. She grabbed another one and wiped my dick with it. I felt a sense of relief when I came and now it was time to drop her off. I dropped her off at the spot where I picked her up. She thanked me and went back to a group of whores standing on an adjacent corner. She was a nice looking woman. I asked her name and she said "BODY". I wanted to find that video store but.