So, let’s say that I’m edging closer to the 50 mark. I’m 5’6″ tall and I weigh around 65 kg. I have round and still firm breasts which I am ...ery proud of. I have a little secret to maintain them nice and perky. It is a story which we can share some other time maybe. My husband name is Prakash. He is a very conservative Hindu. Very muscular and brown in complexion, which I prefer to fair or dark. We had a beautiful love marriage after seeing each other for 3 years. He is 2 years older than me.. ‘Thanks for sending some business my way. It’s been slow lately.’ My pulse quickened. ‘You mean the man with the…’ I gestured to my face. ‘The scars? Yeah. He checked in a little after eight.’ I leaned against the desk and gave Sandra my sweetest smile. ‘Can you please tell me his room number?’ Sandra raised an eyebrow and tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. ‘I take it those beers are for him.’ I nodded. ‘I don’t know, Morgan. I don’t give out room numbers unless the cops are asking.’. I thought what the hell i would try for it. Kinda kissing and wiggeling around i felt my head at her slick wet pussy and pressed slightly to get her reaction. I looked up and she smiled go ahead baby I am on the pill. I slowly eased fully into her holding in deep as she caressed my face asking if i liked that. I could only grunt and nod looking down at her smiling face. I started to pump slowly feeling her wet pussy grip at me, then i picked up speed. She layed there smiling the whole time as i. As we relaxed for our activity we could hear again the TV still reporting on the fire. We decide to go to the kitchen and have a some ice cream. We were still nude but our homos were still high like the ocean waves stirred up by a category 3 hurricane. We have woken a new side each of us and we both loved it. As the alarm from the microwave went off. But we knew that we had started something special we did not want to stop.Connie was bent over the sink to running the water. When I cautiously.