Here I am writing my experience of a wonderful incident when I could take my chithi sarala for a real deep fuck. I was in college those days. From my ...oom i could see sarala washing her clothes and drying them etc. I was around 19/20 then and she should be around 35/36 at that time. She is from tamil. A real sexy tamil woman. Real stiff suck able breasts, lovely folds in her hips and clear thunder thighs. I used to envy her ugly husband who is never in the house. Every after noon i enjoy seeing. Her 4'11 stopped in the middle of her Master's chest. She knew tall people from school and around but daddy was only 5'8 and now this man, who was her Master, towered above that. Looking up into his face she knew that this was the man to take her cherry. She wanted him so bad her loins ached for his cock to invade them. Suddenly she saw his lips moving and realized he was talking to her and she shook the cobwebs and fairy dust that had settled there as she had her brief fantasy."I'm sorry. "Bill told me, "I think I'm on the small side but nobody has ever complained. And women will never tell you. Can I see you?"I showed him my limp cock. I was pretty small at the time. He showed me his and we were both about the same size. We joked about cock size, women's boobs and sex. We were both stoned and laughing about everything.We joked around and then he offered a bet. "I'll bet you're bigger than me when fully erect."I laughed at what I immediately thought was a con. "I'll tell you. ’ Kate’s fingers were trembling now as she arched up to untie the string at her neck. She let the tiny triangles of white almost translucent material fall slowly down her stomach. She blushed, knowing that they were to small. He knelt on the floor between her legs as he used one hand to continue stroking his cock and the other to squeeze and knead her bare breast. Then he bent his head and drew the distended nipple of her other breast deep into her mouth. More than just her nipple disappeared.