Her well maintained figure of 36 30 36 makes her really adorable ,though wheatish looks nice.we had love marriage about a year back.My Mom Kavitha ,49...is fair busty female though aged is still decent.she became a widow at very young age of 34 and from then on my Father’s elder Brother (Tauji-Himesh uncle – 54yrs )took care of us and slowy got attached to mom emotionally and physically.Mom and Tauji are very close and since years are into emotional and sexual relation .After my studies I moved. She kissed my lips twice, quickly, the same little kisses wed shared for fifteen years. Then I put her feet back on the ground. I like pink. I specially like how they smell, once youve worn them all day. I used to prowl through your hamper and treat myself to a good whiff, once in a while. She gave me the finger. As far as your shirt goes, I took the opportunity to tweak both nipples, which I discovered were NOT hidden behind a bra, I like your tits. It doesnt matter what shirt you wear. Many. I empathize the longing emotion you outwardly reflect for protection. You listen as I say:“I’ve got you; I’ve got you; I’ve got you; I’ve got you. Release. Release everything. Everything you’ve held back. You are safe. I've got you." And I do, and you do too. A cathartic tidal wave of orgasmic squirt, wetting everything beneath you. Palpable emotion, from letting me in, present in every breath. One wave crashes as the next crescendos. Like a surfer's perfect set, your cries become a harmonious. That put an end to the party for Kevin and me. We used the power outage as an excuse to ditch the rest of the party. I followed Kevin with my heart pounding. He set up two candles on either side of the bed, then made sure we both had water. I climbed into his bed with my body hoping that he wouldn’t stay on his side of the bed, yet my body thinking otherwise. The wind rattled the window panes, the rain pelted the outside walls, yet I don’t think I would’ve been able to get any sleep even if.