.Wo aksar sari pehenti thi aur saree ka left unki chuchi se hamesa hata rehta tha mai pagalo ke tarah dekhta rehta tha,mai unke karib aane ki puri kos...s karta tha jab free period hota tha unke pas jake sawal pucha karta tha aur ek din maine unse private 2tn ki baat kar li aur unhone ha kar di wo mere ghar se kafi fur rehti thi par mai unke chuchi ka aisa diwana bann gya tha ki muhne unhe panna hi tha mai shyam me 7 baje unke yaha padhne jata tha unke ghar me koi nai tha unka pati mahine me 20. She was dripping wet and her pussy had little to no hair.I removed her saree and there my angel was in her blouse and panty. I removed my clothes and she started taking my sick in her mouth and what a suck she gave! I was almost cumming and she cupped my balls and licked my balls. I was going to cum and drank all of it. Now it was my turn.I made her stand up and took her in my arms and carried her to the bed and kept a pillow for her spine and started licking her navel while pressing her boobs.. I’d saved every penny I could get my hands on plus, my mom and dad had promised to help, that is until failing health forced my father into early retirement, which left them comfortable but in no position to ante up thousands of dollars for my education. At a loss, I thought my career as an engineer had ended before it had gotten off the ground; that is until my Gran came up with a way for me to make some extra cash. A friend of hers that lived at very exclusive retirement home said they were. I probably revealed a wet spot too in my panties by the looks of it. He kept glancing back and forward between my boobs and my panties. It seems there was little left to the imagination and little less to hide. I made him observe me while touching me and I guess because of that his bulge in his pants wouldn’t die down for a while. Meanwhile it had been 5 minutes since I turned around and it was time for a change. I wanted him, no, needed him to massage my boobs. Or rather, touch them, caress.