His hair was tinged with grey and he was slimmer than I expected, but otherwise he looked pretty much like his profile picture. Having heard nightmare...stories of people using old or completely faked pictures, I was impressed.We ordered coffee and began to talk, his voice was calm, not too deep, and he was well spoken without sounding too "posh". I, on the other hand was manic, nerves and caffeine getting the better of me and causing me to talk too much and too quickly, plus I'd been up working. So bahut bore kr liya lets be straight to the story.Ye story aaj se 4 saal pehle ki ha.Me apne mom dad k sath rehta hu or hum apne mama k gaao me rehte ha, so rishtedaar bahut ha, unhi me se 1 door k mama army me the or ghar pe kam hi aate the unki wife thi sarita mujhe bahut pasand thi age hogi 46 k kareeb pr dekhne me bilkul 28-30 lagti thi 5’8″ k kareeb height bade bade boobs or sabse khaas baat unki gand me hamesha sochta tha k kaash in boobs ko nanga dekhu or chusu mrri bii body achi khasi. And Mrs. Sportwood. It started when Jeremy took me for a walk in the garden. Before we went out, I went in the bathroom and took off my panties. Then, when we stopped in the middle of the garden where we couldn’t be seen, I let him kiss me. That’s when I told him that I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. He is a very clever boy – he put his hand up under my skirts and finger fucked my cunt to a cum.”Jeremy gave her two nice swats. “One for saying ‘fuck’ and one for saying ‘cunt’”“He did it. I put my leg on the small platform in the shower and pushed her head deeper inside. She then put her finger inside and started fingering me. She was very horny as she was going crazy on me.She then took the hand shower in her hand and positioned it on my pussy as she fingered me harder. The water from the shower and her fingers were doing magic for me. I moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck yes, mom,” and I came in no time. My legs felt weak as I sat down on the floor.She got up, held my face, and pushed.