I told my wife I will be back after 2 months. The day I reached my MIL house she welcomed me and took care of me. She was alone at that time. Their we...e two bedrooms. She gave me 1 bedroom for my use. AS usual days passed by after1 week I was eager of having sex. I thought of going to a prostitute. But I couldn’t bring her home. That’s when I started to look at my MIL. She was a bit old 51 yrs. But she had a big breast like melon and an ass that could make any man crazy. I thought of trying to. Your ass spread before me. Your swollen, thick wet pussy lips peer between your thighs.My thirst overcomes me. I lean forward and lick as deep between your thighs as possible, dragging my tongue up to your ass.One lick.You gasp and drop your hands quickly to the table to steady yourself.Another lick.You press your ass back against my mouth as my tongue drives between your quivering cheeks.And you step forward. Out of reach.Sweet, delicious torture.I watch your black stocking-clad legs, still. I could tap that! " Matt's dick was getting hard as he watched the MILF strut across the car park. Mrs Brown didn't need a job, her parents had died when she was young in a car accident and left her a small fortune. Her husband ran his own successful business and liked buying new cars. He bought her the Mustang GT 500 Shelby last year. She loved it and the attention it brought. She had an interview last week for the job in the warehouse office as girl Friday running errands, liaison with the. She wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep. It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Lahore. She realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Nawaz’s parents. Kulsoom ran down the stairs. Lights of the ground-floor lounge were still on. “Who could be there? Is uncle still reading?” Yes – uncle Zareef was lost.