The rain continued to fall heavily. He blessed Maurice, or, he suspected Paula more likely, for organising the flat for him and providing a full fridg... to welcome him home after nearly four months away, thus saving him getting drenched searching for supplies in local shops on a Sunday.He settled into an armchair and as he revelled in the comfort of the heated flat, relieved the ordeal was over. His thoughts ran over the previous four months.Had his work been a success? What had been gained? He. "It's dripping wet and I bet it tastes real good," she added with her best "don't ya want to eat my juicy peach" look.Without losing a beat, she spun around and sat facing me, with her back to both the cooler and the annoying beachgoers – who, thankfully, were becoming fewer and fewer. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread out in front of her. My heart skipped a beat when she pulled her sarong high up around her thighs, flashing me a great view of her sweet little pussy. After a few. So I unzipped my pants and freed my erect dick from the confines of my pants and started to stroke it slowly as I watched the rasaleela of my maid and her husband.I was so immersed in my act that I didn’t notice my granny come up to me. “What are you doing?” she whispered into my ears, alarming me. Granny immediately put her hand on my mouth and took me aside.“I… I’m sorry granny… it’s just that… I was here and… they were…” I started mumbling incoherently. Granny didn’t seem to be. She stopped playing long enough to climb onto the bed and move to the middle. I watched her position her ass on some pillows to raise her mound up a little. Oh, what I wouldn't have given to be at the foot of the bed watching. But I had to settle for this tree.I did have a good view of her as I watched her use one hand to open her pussy lips as she played with her clit with the other. I pictured her moaning as she played with her clit and ran a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy. I.