Lund 7 inch ka aur mota 3 ka hai. Ladkiyo enjoy karo.My hyderabad se jarahata apna gaoo to my bus may front seat may tha kuch dur jane k baad my sogay... tha kuch 25 -30 km jane k baad bus rush hogai thi my sone ki koshish may tha ki 2 hours jurny theee .. To my dekhaki 1 aunty chadi thee my use dekha aur o bhi muje dekhi. My fir se aankh band karke sogaya.Kuch deer baad muje koi touch ho raha ta to my aankh khol kar dekha to o aunty mere paas aake khadi hokar the, us ka ass muje touch ho rahata. As she was beginning to erupt, I stood up, fumbling to position my cock against her pussy, eager to get inside her. She let out a small scream and stood straight up.“No Pauly! Not that. Here, let me take care of you another way.” She knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth. She purposely got it wet and slick. Then she slid my damp cock between her ample breasts, squeezing them around my shaft. She proceeded to titty fuck me until I blasted a load all over her breasts, her mouth,. When I was done, I put my camera on the couch and kneeled down next to her. There was no reaction when I touched her belly, or when I ran my fingers over her breasts. She was way too far gone to notice my hand sliding down her body. Her pussy was still wet, it was warmer than the rest of her. I put my finger against my lips, she tasted like she had just had the greatest orgasm of all time. The room smelled of beer, pot, and sex. That, combined with the view I had, the view of a near comatose. She was a top-seller of spy-romance-murder novels. Tragic endings to novels weren’t supposed to work but apparently Mary-Anne’s loyal following hadn’t heard about that. ‘You look dowdy,’ Charmaine said, kissing the older woman affectionately and Mary-Anne who claimed she dressed that way to keep men at bay smiled appreciatively. They lunched lightly and over coffee Charmaine said, ‘I’m stopping work on my current romance with the feeling I’ve written it before.’ ‘If you don’t get out and about.