She does not have a lot of friends and likes to stay at home most of the time.She would only go to college and back home in time.She mostly wears suit...and salwar and sometimes western tops and t-shirts.At that time she had given a few suits to be tailored to the shop and by mistake, those suits got sewed a bit tight than her size.But my mom asked her to wear the suits for some time instead of giving back to the tailor thinking that they would get loose upon use so she wore those tight suits. She was still slick from her early morning swim which gave her flesh a sort of glimmer in the warmth of the sun. Ian watched her from the porch, keeping away. He had to. His mother was just inside, fixing them lunch just like she did every Sunday. But wanted to touch her. That skin looked perfect. He could almost feel her…his big strong hands over that smooth skin, gliding effortlessly along her body.She looked at him standing on the porch, hidden in the shadows. Her brilliantly blue eyes were. She could feel each throb of blood that pulsed through his member in turn, his organ jumping and pulsing inside of her, her eyelids fluttering with every beat of his heart.“The warmth of a man,” she mumbled, her eyes seeming to lose their focus as she stared drunkenly at the domed ceiling above them. “How I’ve missed this feeling of ... fullness...”Iden could scarcely stop himself from moving, and he began to rock his hips into her, his pace slow and heavy. Some women just lay there and took. ............''If you like'. I said.With this, Geoff started to raise his vestments, inch by inch, until they were gathered around his waist. There in all it's glory was probably one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen, it was magnificent.It was over 8 inches long, as thick as an alter candle, shaved smooth, with a big mushroom head shining in the light. Geoff's balls were big and hung low with the weight of them, the skin smooth and soft. 'Wow' was all I could say at the sight, as I could.