‘Nisha aunty, what a beauty you are………you can make any man go crazy for you’ I said. ‘But right now in this world, I belong only to you ba... boy’, she whispered, and place my hands over her boobs and made me squeeze them. With this, my penis again grew harder in her vagina and was ready for action. This time I lied down on the floor and she sat on me. She started jumping up and down. While doing that her firm boobs were jiggling up and down. She trusted for 5 minutes, then I sat up, I held her. "Sorry, sorry. How can I help?"Andrews focused on her face and was greeted by an engaging but impersonal smile and masses of damp but bright blond hair that spiralled down her shoulders and frizzed out where it was drier around her ears. It was like the mane of an unkempt lion."Detective Andrews, how are you today Miss?" I'm good, thank you, Detective. How can I help you?" She opened the door and Andrews belatedly pulled his badge out to prove his identity as he crossed the threshold. He put it. Small moans utter from my lips as a fingertip brushes across a swollen nipple, my back arching, pressing me into you. Sharp fingernails rake over your back. A moist tongue snakes out teasing my nipple, flicking back and forth through the fabric of my black lace teddy. Sliding my hands down , grasping your hips, I grind into you, the material of my thong rubbing my clit, as I feel it swell. Excitement builds as you slip a finger into the band of my thong, raising my hips slightly, tugging it. Her bra fell off and settled over my head which was buried deep between her legs. I looked at her face. Our eyes met. I gave a smile. She knew that I was being proud of my achievement. She moaned a little. Just when she was about to lie down I moved my hands swiftly.I held her boobs with my hands curved around her nipples and thumb placed over nipple each side. Her eyes became wide. Now I was rubbing her erect nipples with my thumbs and licking her vigorously. Shweta was now making loud.