Our place was dimly lit but good enough for him to see a semi-naked girl opening the door in her tiny little lingerie, her curves clearly visible by t...e way she was standing. She asked him to get in and close the door.She then said “Uncle, mera BF pizza ke liye rupaiye nahi de raha, par mujhe 5 minute ke liye apko dene ko taiyyar hai. Aap mujhe puri tarah feel kar sakte hai, par kapde kholne ka try mat kariyega, BF yehi baitha hai. Deal?” (Uncle, my BF isn’t ready to pay for the pizza but ready. “Hi Jamie, glad to finally meet you”, she said in a warm voice.“Nice to meet you to Mrs. Morgan”, I replied, trying not to stare at her too long.We all chatted a little while in the lounge, just the usual talk about general things, and then we all sat down to eat a wonderful dinner that Mrs. Morgan had prepared.The evening was going along surprisingly well and Cindy’s parents seemed to be cool with me seeing there daughter and even suggested that I take Cindy out after we had finished our meal.. After several attempts, you finally made the shot and won the game. Every time we had passed, walking around the table, you had run your hands over my ass or down my hip. I had the feeling you didn’t have a problem with my big ass. The one mistake I did make, was not looking down sooner. It wasn’t until you made the 8 ball, that I looked down at the bulge in your trousers. I could see the outline of your cock against your pants leg. It looked enormous! I had seen longer cocks, had enjoyed a few. She had my hips in a vise-like grip and then softened it as her body relaxed and came down from her orgasm.I was proud of myself, as I had been able to get her off without any direct contact and all by 'innocent' means. I looked back at her and she had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. I could tell she was trying to slow her breathing and looked down at her heaving breasts. Her top had rolled up above her tits and her nipples stuck straight up on her perky, firm C cups. She seemed.