1 mahine pehle ki baat hai.Hamaare mohale mein choriya bahutbHo rahi thi to poona ne hamare ghar par baat ki k mai unke ghar sou security k liye.Mai t... poora khush ho gaya. Mai to uske baare mein soch kar muth maara karta tha aur ab ussi k ghar mein raat ko jaa raha tha.Mai raat ko unke ghar chala geya.Wo mujhse kabhi kabhi chedti rehti thi.Unke ghar jaakar mai ne darwaja khat khataya.Poona chachi ne darwaaja khola.Usne pink colour ki maxi pehni hui thi.Usme to aaj wo aur b sexi lag rahi. I entered the lobby and rode the elevator to the twelfth floor. Room 1207, down and to the left. I arrived at the door and knocked. It opened, and there she was. She was wearing a loose wool sweater and knee-length skirt, exposing a lower leg covered in black nylons. She wore no shoes. She stared at me for a moment, taking me in, recording the changes that thirty-five years had wrought in me. We hugged, carefully. I could not read the message it conveyed. It wasn’t passion. It might not even. I have a meaty mound, I like him gripping it almost as much as I like him holding my neck. I have a big clit but, unless he pulls it out it stays inside. The way he grips my mound squeezes and stimulates my clit, it can be painful and over coming. Some of my best orgasms have come that way.He first displayed me at Studland, he made me walk into the sea and back, we went, naked, to the ice cream seller and stood in line. We struck up conversations and some friendships with the people we met.. Her long labia moist wet and hot dangling and brushing against my bursting cock.Who was I to disagree with the "do not move"?She moved. She rubbed her labia slowly and meaningfully against my shaft obviously gaining as much pleasure as she gave me. She was wet as hell! I didn't know what to do, but thought I'd be best to do as commanded i.e. nothing. Slowly, she let her moistness become obvious. Her fleshy and firm labia began to leak noticeable dribbles over my cock. She smiled when I couldn't.