But right now she was just tired.Nick came into the room, taking the seat across the table from her. He held a steaming cup of break room coffee in hi... hand and offered it to her.Her stomach turned at the thought. She shook her head.He sat the cup on the scarred wooden table, close enough for her to take if she changed her mind. Then he took a good long look at her.She had bags under her eyes, shadows that were dark enough to hide in. Her face was pale and her hair was mussed. He could see the. Mene jese hi usko hug ki mera hath uske boobs ke beech chala gaya or mera dil dharakne laga. Ese pehle baar horaha tha ke mene kisi larki ke jisam ko hath lagaya ho.Mene hath ni hataya usne us time nighty pehni thi lekin bra bhi to jo ke mujhe mehsoos horaha tha. Uske kuch na kehne pe meri himat barhi or mene thora hath andar dala.Wo ek dam uthi or me dar gaya. Lekin usne light band ki or phir se dusri taraf muh kar ke let gayi. Mene phir se himat karte hue is baar uski shirt upar ki or hath. The only time our mouths disconnect is so I can pull off her shirt and mine. Shes left in her hot pink bra and her red hair is strewn about as she stares up at me. She undoes the front clasp, revealing her massive tits to me. They look even bigger now than they did earlier. Her nipples are rosy and pink, and no bigger than a quarter. I cant take my eyes off her fat globes of milky white flesh. Theyre a 36 Double D. I hope thats okay. Babe, thats perfect, I respond before diving in with my face.. This sex story is about my friend’s mom and me. Shweta (my friend) & Rekha (her mom)When I was studying in first yr. Engineering, I had a classmate who stayed in our area. Both of us used to daily go to college together. We were friends from junior college days so I used to go at her house frequently. Her mom was a bombshell, married at a raw age of 18 and delivered shweta in a year. So she was young and slutty. She used to wear gowns and chudidar at home and saree’s for special occasions with.