One day she visited our house & she was talking to my mom in the front side of our house. I just had a look from my room who this new lady was. She wa... about 39 yrs & was wearing a black sari. She was fair & all of a sudden, my eyes were stuck at her beautiful navel. I am a big fan of his navel & she had the same… I was introduced to her by mom & we had a small chat. She talked about some of the insurance policies. I said,I was already contacted by many agents & almost committed to one of them.. My cock is wet from my own juices. I get between her legs and lift them over my shoulders, burying my cock inside her drenched pussy. I let it sit there for a few seconds. I can feel that she is still cumming. I know my orgasm is close. My mind is as excited as my body. With short hard strokes I start to pound away. Fast hard strokes. She is one long orgasm now, but I can feel that her big one is close. I’m trying to hold off for that. I manage to get my thumb on her clit and start massaging. From the tight fit of the top, he could see that her breasts were decent sized but not large, probably a C cup.He set the folding chairs down, leaning against the roof access door for the moment, then released the arrow so it would impact the roof around a foot to the archer’s side. He set the two chairs up facing each other far enough back that they wouldn’t be seen from the ground, with the far chair facing the archer.Once that was done, he walked over to the archer, he pulled out a pocket. Good job my varrucous veins don’t show up in my pictures I thought as my gaze moved back to my hairy mound. I could see light between them and globules of sweat; I stroked the sweat away.I went to a folder that I call my ‘admirers’; people, but mostly men who have sent me messages and photos of themselves and always with their cocks out, hard and in various stages of wetness. I love it, I love cocks, but most especially I love sperm or cum, my imagination runs wild and I think mostly about.