She looked tempting in such a posture. Her saree was removed and her clothes where strewn all over. Her bulgy chest heaved with sweat all over. Even a... 45, Ranjita retained almost all of her assets intact. Her breasts were still inviting to touch and her nude body retained its shape vividly. The fact that she was a mother of two kids and been fucked every night by her husband aroused us even more. Her mature nudity resembled a ripe mango, fleshy and tasty. She opened her eyes weakly to see us. The shop was sprinkled with intellectual types reading or pegging away at their laptops. There were about five tables in the center all occupied, surrounding them were vintage couches and chairs. I ordered a latte from the pudgy teenager behind the counter and sat by the window, watching the people walk by. Couples, children, mothers and grandparents. Most seemed consumed in their conversations with one another. Others beset with their own thoughts as they scurried past alone. I forgot what it. He glances downward, and I know that he can see my nipples through the clingy material of the dress, beginning to rise.He looks into my eyes again, and I raise my face toward his, lips slightly parted, eyes closing.He accepts the invitation, and his lips meet mine.Still we dance on the dimly-lit floor, surrounded by a few couples, all intent on their own affairs, most engaged in some variant of what we are doing.The song ends; he is about to release me, to step back, when I reach downward, and. You continue your soft and sweet kissing, while slowly putting a finger into my dripping wet pussy, you tongue comes out and soon you sweet and soft kisses turn rough and full of passion, and your finger fucking me. My body starts to shake, you keep this pace but slip another finger in, and I am just about to cum and stop, saying not yet. You flip me over so I am on my knees still tied up and I still can’t see, you then get on your knees and ram into my pussy, then pull out, you do this a few.