I’ve no idea if her moaning and shivering was an act so far or real(after all, we’re on it for 30 minutes already), but I just couldn’t feel any...joy in it. So I was glad when she finally spread her legs and put my lil fellow inbetween. After a few minutes(I don’t really remember the amount of time), she came and I was really feeling reliefed. Not just that I hadn’t felt anything until then, I also hated to feel her hip bone smashing against mine. So while I was making the bed and got dressed up. She is in her early thirties and looked gorgeous. What attracted me most to her is her standing out heavy boobs. Whatever costume she wears, be it saree blouse, churidhar, or jeans and t-shirt, her boobs made a prominent mark. It always took a lot of effort from me to be not caught red handed while staring at her boobs. On special occasions she used to wear saree and such days became my heavy masturbation days. If she had stood facing a wall, her boobs would have touched the wall at least 1. Do you do crunches, or situps, or..." I beganbabbling. I averted my eyes downward. I tried not to look at the bulgein his pants, but it was kind of hard to miss."Yeah," he said, "You're not the least bit interested," he said,pinning me up against the wall. Even in the heels, he was still 2"taller than me."Hey, stop. I'll hit you," I said, as he thrust his tongue in my mouth."Mmm," I moaned, kissing him back. He put a hand under my dress, andbegan massaging my thigh. I don't know what I was. I nodded my head agreeing to her and kissed her back passionately. I was smooching her as her hands were grabbing my hair. I got up from my seat and stood in front of her. Her head rose above as she kissed me. I put my hands on her back and was kissing her lovingly. I broke the kiss and she looked at me.Neha: My lipstick is all over your lips.Me: Well, I don’t mind it having it all over my body.Neha smiled looking at me and put her hand on my hardon looking at me. She pressed my dick. A current.