We carried on drinking well into the night listening to music probably to loud for the neighbours but we didn't care we was far to drunk by now. The e...ening was still warm and I been feeling abit sticky in the clothes I was in, I made my excuses while she was dancing in the garden and went up for a shower asking my husband to make sure she didn't fall over. After I got out the shower I wrapped a towel around me and being a little concerned I'd left a rather drunk woman with my husband I dashed. I started sweating heavily. My face turned a bit red and I knew I was nearing another orgasm.To my amazement, I squirted. It was an experience I never had,until then. It couldn’t have been better. My pussy was dripping then. I have never been this wet before. I sat there on my bed, with my legs wide, staring into the mirror, straight at my pussy. Normal services presumed and I had a normal day then. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened today. I still had a decision to make. One that. After years of fucking and four childbirths, Hamida’s pussy wasn’t as loose as it once used to be, but he was happy because he was with the woman of his life again.He got in and out of her slowly. She kept looking at his eyes, with her eyes filled with love for her husband.Arav was real slow with her. She was needy.“Come on, Arav. Fuck me harder. I’ve been very had. Punish me,” Hamida said, moaning.“As you wish, my lady,” Arav said with a smile as he started pumping her fast.“Ah, ah, ah,” she. ..but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I approached. I averted my gaze, my mouth was feeling dry. Was I being stupid, I was a 53yo woman , I'd seen men of every conceivable age, been intimate with them, why was this one man bothering me so much?\parHurrying on I finished my shop, the mystery man stood and watched as I picked some frozen items, his eyes focussed on my boobs as I bought my bread, he even ran his tongue suggestively across his lips as he.