She runs a hand through her short blonde hair and stifles a yawn with her hand. Tall and athletic, she seems as bored as you are in this class. You ca...'t remember the last time you saw her out of her sports uniform but you can't complain, the tight blue sweatpants leave little to your imagination. You gather she must have been running this morning and you catch yourself trying to work the outline of her small breasts through her T-shirt. A soft rapping to your right draws your attention to. So to keep my shape [ oh i am 5ft4 118lbs black hair dark brown eyes 34c cup] i love to hike an jog even in this cold winter weather. on a daily bases so or weeks i have always seen this elderly blk man walking the trail sometimes just leaning up against the split rail fence along the trail but anyways always seeing his i would always smile hello ask how he was doing etc etc an a smile then moved on. one day i was on the trail an it was cold an he had on a light jacket an cheap tennis shoes it. I’m 23, 5’11 fair, athletic ,working in an MNC in hyderabad. I’m writing this story to reach out to similar minded people. So to begin with this happened with my friends mom in my hometown during my inter college days. She was married may be at an early age of her life so she is still in her 30’s though she has an 18 yr old son. She is pretty white complexioned and her figures are mind blowingly awesome 36-28-38. To me she is the most stunning beautiful aunty I have seen till then.To make the. Belind you little demon, she’s telling the truth isn’t she?” he looked away and she let out a short laugh, shaking her head, “I’m almost proud of you. I’m not, but, almost,” with a shove she pushed Sophia to her knees where, with a wave of her hand, Ariela kept her pinned, an invisible weight keeping her down as Ariela stepped around the bed to get closer to Belind, who shuffled away, nervous and with good reason.“Each time I think I’ve broken you, you surprise me,” she reached out and caressed.