Columbia was older, taller, and enjoying the view he was sitting next too. I was on the end of the couch awaiting tour duties and making small talk. ...One of the older women, in a naughty nurse outfit, was glued to the foot ball game on her phone and making small talk with us about husband listening problems and grandkids. I mentioned being a G.I.L.F. and the whole room turned to look in shock. Columbia asked my age and then the age when I had kids. I explained marrying earlier in life to an. Froo gasped as she saw the livid scar running up his right legfrom ankle to mid thigh, jagged and in places slightly dark and puckered it marred his otherwise perfect limb, the dark hair sprinkled on his leg not hiding the results of his youthful accident. ‘See baby, I’m not perfect. No one is. Let me love you.’ Never taking her eyes from his, her hands shaking she undid the fastening of her own jeans, wriggling them down her hips, revealing her rounded hips and thighs, black lace knickers. Now I asked her to show her pussy to me she closed her eyes I shyness so I got a green signal first I kept both my fingers inside her panty and smiling at her she is also smiling shyly, then she lifted her bottom slowly and I slid the panty down. Then I saw her pussy creamy colour with black line running down clean shaved she said she shaved it for me,then I kissed on her pussy and licked on top of it, She closed her eyes and enjoying all of this.Then I opened her legs and saw a wet patch I. My boobs were held tightly inside the blouse in a pointed shape with my cleavage was visible.It looked as if my boobs are trying to protrude out. I draped my pallu around the blouse. It was needless to say that I looked gorgeous and much younger in that saree. I helped my daughter to get ready. She wore pink colored saree. I was 5.4 in height and my daughter was 5.2 in height.After seeing both of us, my parents were teasing me telling that they are still wondering who’s the bride. They even.