“Depends sweetie” Candi shot back. “Depends on what?” “Depends if you like trannies.” “I know I like blow jobs from a hot chick like ...ou: He said without missing a beat. “It also depends if you have $50” “I think I can swing that sweetie pie, hop in.” He said with a great big smile on his face. He was a decent looking guy, mid 50’s probably with a balding head and goatee, and he seemed like an OK guy. Candi said she would be right back and to sit in the car if I wanted to but she was. After about six or seven inches are inside me, he slowly pulls back out all the way, then pushes it back in again. This time, he gets about eight inches in me and stops. He says "Mom, I hit bottom. I don't think you can take all ten inches of it tonight." I reply "Don't tease me Tommy! Keep pushing harder until you get it all the way in!" With one more thrust of his hips his cock is all the way in. I lay back on the pillow, then Tommy leans over me and supports himself on his elbows while we. Since we have missed 3 years I am going to write what happened at the start of the year. Then keep going back to the flashback mode. So without much time wastage here we go.It was a cold morning in London. I was writing a mail to my boss. It was about how much work is pending by the staff that was assigned to me. Before I could head out for a break back to India. I was thinking about all my friends, family and crazy relatives. My mind flickered back to the beautiful Anjana bhabhi. Mumbai. It had been so long since anyone besides herself had given her pleasure and she panted in need and enjoyment.A hand left off playing with a peak to skim down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties to tangle in her damp curls. Her gasps and sighs turned into a long moan as he found her clitoris, dipping lower to gather some of her moisture to lubricate his fingers. With slow circles, he massaged her button while his other hand continued to fondle her tits through her.