His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as ...t was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes. It was afterwards while I was in the locker room changing that I heard her say..and then she approached me candidly, just wrapped in a towel and asked me in a very meek voice..."Sorry to bother you but do you think I could borrow a tampon?"...and very naturally, she just inserted it in her, right in front of meWhen I saw the string coming out between her lips, I realized that this woman radiated a very powerful sexuality. I was captivated. When I told my husband, he was dismayed but I just. (Last lines of Part 3).You have already read in the earlier parts, how I tasted my servant Akash’s cock and how it ended up in my pussy. None of this was planned, but it just happened.All you readers must be waiting to hear how Alka’s mom (Ms. Khadoos) and Akash had their first fuck. Even I was thinking all night how such a strict Indian woman could get fucked by this young boy. It was a classic case of MILF fuck and how young boys get attracted to mature women.The next day, I told my friends. Condoms! At 14, I'd heard about guys carrying them, even seen one opened up when some kid brought one on the bus last year. But 5 condoms in your wallet just seems like overkill. And my next thought was where the hell was he doing it. Our rooms are right next to each other, bed against the same wall. I hear the dresser drawers open when he gets dressed. If real sex is anything like porn, I'd know if he was having it. I took five bucks, and opened it again to grab one of the condoms figuring if.