Jones, continuing the massage and slowly, subtly beginning to move down Lauren’s chest. Soon she was cupping Lauren’s breasts and the girl offered...no resistance, leaning back slightly with her eyes closed. Mrs. Jones pulled the bikini top down and began to massage Lauren’s breasts, occasionally squeezing the rapidly hardening nipples. The girl moaned and surrendered to the pleasure; suddenly, though, Mrs. Jones was no longer rubbing her breasts. Instead she forcefully gathered Lauren’s wrists. His hand, still on the back of her neck, slid around to silence her imminent protests. She looked at him, dark blue eyes beseeching over the top of his hand, and he felt the force of her appeal but did not allow it to dissuade him from his intent. ‘I don’t do this to hurt or shame you,’ he said. ‘You do know that, don’t you, girl?’ Unable to speak, she nodded, her mouth moving against his hard palm. ‘And I won’t have you healing improperly,’ he continued, ‘becoming ill, hurting for any longer. She told tat she always like young guys,i asked her about her hubby she became sad and told tat she had a big fight wid him as he thinks tat i am notuptodate n homely,dont b sad plss ,i sugested her to b modern i ll teach u mam,pls dont call me mam,,call me anu i said ok,,,listen u can b modern frst u shuld kno to pls ur hubby in bed,,she asked me will u b my sir??i said oksoon we took anothr shot of wine,i almost lost control,,do u kno abt wild sex ?she said no i explained everything n asked. I then engulfed her lips in mine and we got into a passionate kiss. I was kissing her lips while fondling her tempting hips over her pajamas. She was kissing me back with passion.I could feel how lonely she was within. All of sudden, we started smooching each other wildly. We were softly biting each other’s lips and playing with our tongues. I started stripping her tees and was amazed to see that she was wearing a neon pink skimpy bra.That sight made me go wilder. Her fair boobs were looking.