Her name was Kasturi. When I saw her for the first, I somehow did not like her. She had shaved her head as she had returned from Palani. But over a pe...iod of time, I started to notice her assests.Her 36d sized boobs that were caged in her tight blouse. Her tight love handles, her muscular ass. All were results of her hard labour as a maid for many years. Kasturi was a very friendly and trust-worthy maid for my mother.She would often leave me and my sister in her care. She got married at 19. By. She had just finished a shuddering orgasm and now she was asking for more--asking me, no, almost begging me, to fuck her. Her passion was far greater than I could have fantasized about even in my wildest of fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled with an overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to have my cock buried to its base in her young body.I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and quivering from my groin. I looked down at it and its head was inflamed, a dark plum. Turning ellen onto her side and positioning her so that i was straddling her bottom thigh and her other one was bent at 90 degrees supporting her, i started to ease my cock back inside of her. Inch by inch i entered her wet pussy until finally my balls were nestled tightly against her thigh and crack of her plump ass, slowly i started fucking her again. I my hard length slid in and out of her warm hole, i watched as ellen started rubbing and caressing her own breast, occasionally pulling it up. “Who is that Grandpa?”“You go up to the barn in the back and wait I will send them to you do you know where the hole is in the back stalls?”“Yes” he replied blushing again.“About an hour or so okay then you will get what you need I promise no questions asked.” And with that, he sent John on his way with no idea who the hot chick was that would be swallowing his cock and taking his big, juicy load down their throat.An hour went by and John was standing in the stall with the hole in it, standing.