There was an all over tanned Hilda, mowing her back yard totally nude except for sneakers, a ballcap and sunglasses. Her tits and ass were even more ...eautiful than I imagined. My cock hardened up as I watched her tits sway and bounce with each step. Her entire body glistened like jewelry, Finally, she started down the area behind her garage when I was peeking through the fence. Without aknowledging my presence, she stopped the mower and bent over it as if examining it. Her ass and pussy. Every time my tongue would lick up and down his shaft, a bead of precum would appear on the tip of his pole, and I'd lick it off. I tried to suck him deep into my mouth but couldn't get all of him. My ass was right above his face. He ran a finger from my balls to my awaiting hole. I wanted some thing there so bad. I bucked on his finger as he touched the rim and moaned out. "Ah!! Put it in," I got out with his dick still in my mouth. He spanked and squeezed my ass lightly. My whole body. Thoda dard hoga par pura saaf kar dunga.”“Koi baat nahi bhaiya. Teri didi woh dard bhi bardasht kar legi.”“Waise didi, aap ne abhi tak burkha pehen rakha hai. Aur andar kameez aur bra bhi hoga.”“Tum utarne doge tabhi utarungi na.”“Mera mann kare toh har waqt aapko burkhe mein hi chodu. Aap burkhe mein bilkul sexy lagti ho. Jab meine tumhe bazaar mein dekha tha meine soch liya tha ki aaj didi ki burkha utha kar gaand maarunga.”“Hatt pagal.”“Chalo ab utaro aur nangi ho jao. Andar se paseena choot. Forty-two strikes out of a possible forty-eight set a standard that had the Dragons reeling and my fellow commentators looking for superlatives. Harry Peel led the way with the eighth 300 of the round while husband and wife Gwen and Saul Davies managed 278 and 279 respectively. Unfortunately the one who needed a good game, Zoe Paul, failed to capitalise on Christine Smith's lowly 234 and her 259 left her still needing an unlikely 88 pins to catch and pass Christine.There was no such excitement.