Unke jism pe sab se kamaal unke boobs hai aur woh mjhse bohot frndly hai.Ab story pe aata hu. Jab main chota tha tab se mami mjhe bohot pasand thi.Mai... apni holidayz mama ke ghar pe hi manata tha.Mama jyada kaam mein hi lage rehte the.Mami thodi shararti kism ki aurat hai.Jab bhi main garmiyo mein apni shirt utar ke ghumta tha toh mami mazak mein mere badan pe haath ferti thi aur ajeeb awaze nikalti thi jaise shshshshshsshshshhsshhsh.Phir jaise jaise main bada hote gaya mama ke ghar jana kum. She moved up my body, straddling my face. She threw her skirt over my head and sank the moist crotch of her panties down onto my mouth. She rubbed herself gently across my mouth. I sucked the crotch of her wet panties, feeling the spring of her bush, and the lips of her pussy on my lips.I reached up, pulling the panties down as best I could. Then, over eager, I ripped the side and threw the wet garment to the floor. Now her naked pussy was rubbing against my mouth and chin, her hairs tickling. She was very adept, never exposing her breasts. She had apparently done this many times before. She seemed to pause and look around. I stayed very still. She sat and began rubbing sunscreen on her legs. They were long, trim, and sleek. I again watched intently when her hands went up to the hem of her bikini bottoms. Her hands slipped up under her the fabric and rubbed across her groin area. Her hands adjusted her bikini before standing up. Again nothing was exposed. She put some more sunscreen. I would plan the entertainment. I play squash twice a week with an old friend who is now an assistant football coach for a local college. His name is Jerry. Often times we would stop for a beer after a couple of games, and the conversation would inevitably turn toward sex. Jerry is 38, yet keeps himself in great shape. He is a good-looking guy at 6’3” and about 210 pounds. No matter how the conversation would start, it always seemed to end with Jerry telling me how lucky I was to have such a.