Mature women in their late thirties or early forties always interested me which commonly known as milf.There was hardly a day when I didn’t masturba...e thinking about women and their assets. Life was just going on like that until she came and changed everything. She turned me into a man. My neighbor’s house was empty for some time asthey had shifted to delhi.But in june 2008 they rented the place to a gujarati family.The family had 4 members a husband, wife, daughter named neha aged15 and a boy. My tongue took over then, licking up and down along her lips then up to her clit.“Ohhhh,” she started to moan, “Oh, that’s good.”She was so wet that I easily slipped a third finger into her, then a fourth. I worked my hand around so my thumb went in also, then her hand came down to mine and pushed it in further as her pussy pushed against me. She stroked hard against my hand until my hand was in her all the way to my last knuckles.“Aaaah,” she said, “Ah, ah, ah,” in time with her strokes. The sun is high. The sky is clear and blue with just a few puffy clouds. You can see for miles, riding high in my full size van. Alcatraz stands starkly against the water. Angel Island beckons with lush greenness. The Marin shore approaches. And we drive on. I point out sights as we drive by. Nothing important. Occasionally, I reach across the car and touch your arm or caress your left breast. The van is too wide to do more. We drive for most of an hour. You have been watching me closely. I am. "Come on, Carl, do I really look that stupid to you? I know you are hoping to be more than just friends with Megan," I said."No, no. Just friends," Tredwell said as he took a step away from me and almost fell down."Now, Carl, you better listen to me," I said. "Unless you want to end up wearing your knee caps as ear muffs you had better start telling me the truth."Tredwell looked as though he was about to lose his lunch."What are you doing with my wife?" Nothing, just playing tennis," he said.I.