Main 22 saal ki akeli ladki thi Istanbul mein. Jab se main Ataturk international airport pohuchi, tab se mujhe mehsus hua ki jis aadmi ne mere passpor... mein stamp lagaya, woh mujhe ghur raha tha.My feelings intensified more as I walked further through the airport. Jaise aadmi mujhe ghur rahe the, I too sometimes stared back at them. I saw that baki Europeans ke tarah ye log pale white with golden aur brown hair nahi hai. Turks have the unusual combination of reddish skin with blue or green. She was only sixty-three years old and in pretty good shape for an old lady. I shouldn’t say things like that about my mother. She was in good health but needed a few things to help her stay that way. One pill kept her blood pressure under control, although it was only mildly elevated. Another pill was helpful in keeping her cholesterol down. She also insisted on maintaining her daily regiment of supplements such as vitamins, calcium, and fish oil. The reason I was there today, was to find out. What a dream.She dragged herself out of bed and headed for the shower. Standing there under the water, she lathered herself up with her body wash from Bath and Body. Her hands were full of soap when she ran them through her folds. It felt so good to her since now she was really horny. Try as she might she could not make herself cum. Frustrated, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She had shampooed her long light blond hair and was towel drying it. It was just damp when. Slowly she would rub up and down my thigh with her hand to show how dearly she cared about me.I began to rub her back, hoping to make her feel just a fraction of how good I felt.My Dad was watching all of this from his chair close by. At this point, he had become fully erect. He was looking for some action as well.I didn't know what he was going to go for. My Mom had told me about the needs he had that she couldn't fulfill. I wondered if he was going to come to me looking for something. I was a.