She always wore sleeveless blouses and a hipster sari, coyly covering the exposed parts of her waist. When one did occasionally get a glimpse, there w...s oodles of juicy flesh and a nice deep navel. Oh what a “bembi”. She was on the plump side so her butt was big and firm and jiggled nicely as she walked. She was also on the older side, so she had a little bit of “tummy” which is always so sexy in women, especially when you undress them and see them naked.We generally did not work Saturdays, but. I nastily thought about his big black frame all over my body and how far I could go. I was fucking hot and horny. Nobody would ever know, not even my own loving husband...Hungry to be satisfied, my eyes locked in on his growing cock as I beganstroking the top of my damp outer labia lips with the palm of my hand. Backand forth slowly, I began to moan softly, thinking about his cock stroking these labia lips. Pressing my hand completely between my now saturated spread lips I slipped a couple. He had sucked her heaving breasts into quivering hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Julia writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands were tangled tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her tingling slain.Ann leaned forward gripping the corners of the dressing table until her hands ached. She could not move. It was different with someone you didn't know like the people in those pictures,. Surprise was she started to miscall me when she going to have lunch.On sreekrishna jayanthi, we visited nearby famous temple. She was in saree and I was in dhothi. She was getting younger when she wear this type of dresses. On my birthday I invited her to my flat telling that there is a small party and insisted her to come in saree. On birthday, I was on leave. I prepared food and brought a cake. She came to flat at 5’o clock by wearing saree. I welcomed her with bouquet of red rose. She was.