Kavita aanand ki saagar mein tairti hui apni aahe sambhaal nahi pa rahi thi. Dheere dheere uski dabi honto ne apna ball kho diya. Woh aahe bharti hui ...ahul ka naam lene lagi.Kavita: Ahhh! Rahul! Ohhh!Rahul: Dheere aunty, dheere, maa uth sakti hai.Kavita: Ahh ahh ahh! Mmmmm ahhh!Kuch der ayse hi chodhne ke baad Rahul bola: Aunty, aap sofe par laeto.Kavita nasheeli aankho ke sath Rahul ko dekhi. Fir uske lund ko apni choot se nikal uth khadi hui, Rahul sofe se utha aur bola: Aap peet ke bal. "But you! Your tits are perfection."She started to tingle with pleasure, seeing the look of lust and admiration in his eyes. She hefted her twin mountains from underneath and thrust her chest forward (even though her French maid outfit was already propelling them up and out). "You can touch them, you know."He eagerly grasped them with both hands and started to knead them gently. His desire grew as his troubled spirit was calmed. "These! These are works of art! They sit up so high, especially. He kissed me hard and made my body tingle from head to toe. My pussy was wet in seconds. He asked me if I would trust him and indulge him in a fantasy tomorrow. It would be Saturday and I didn’t have anything pressing on the schedule so I said “Sure.” I asked him what the fantasy was and he said I’d just have to trust him, but that he hoped I’d enjoy it. Saturday morning came and Matt had laid out some lingerie for me. It was a lacy demi cup bra that barely covered my nipples, a skimpy black. She would not be trying on more dresses. "Dear, we have to select the bridesmaid dress" mom commented. "If we don't we can't be sure that they will be ready in time". "Fine I'll pick one, but I am not getting up and trying it on" "you can model them for us mom" my sister suggested. While mom would have been happy to model dresses for us she felt her fifty-five year old figure might not do the dresses justice. "Fine, Kevin can model them. He's as thin as any of my girlfriends. As we laughed.