Abb toh saara din bhar bike par ghoomta rehta hai.” maasi ne beech me tokte hue kha.‘“Vaise pranjal, bade toh tum sach much ho hi gye ho, toh ab... toh tum buari mei bhi kuchh kuchh hota hoga, nhi?”, maasi ne mujhse mazak karte hue poochaa.“Haan kabhi kabhaar thoda ajeeb sa ho jaata hai, isey dbane ka mann krta hai”, maine apni buari ki taraf dekhte hue kha.“Lao puttha idhar karo, uske baad tumhari buari ki bhi thodi malish karr dungi”, maasi ne pyar se kha.Mai dheere se utha, aur vapas apni. I may be over fifty but I was looking pretty good. "God, if I had the time, I'd fuck you myself but I'll leave you to your handyman. Have fun," and he kissed me and left for work. I went to the kitchen for a final cup of coffee and sat there wondering what the day might bring; my pussy, all tingly. Denise had told me the guy was a flirt, well, lots of guys flirt, maybe that's all he ever did. Then, maybe Stan was right, this Walt guy really wanted to fuck me. Well, I was probably just becoming. No question, it was a pussy. I began licking, and could tell that it wasn’t my wife’s. It was still nice, so I settled into the licking. Occasionally, I felt it shift, trying to get me to reach different parts. Based on the shape, I could tell that the owner of the pussy was facing the top of the box, and, therefore, the top of my head. I moved my tongue forward, to lick at her clit. It was a strange feeling, relying on the woman effectively sitting on my face, to guide my tongue exactly where. So after a little more time she took my suggestion. She commented that she felt "naughty" and naked because her sweatshirt was so big that it felt like she wasn't wearing anything. She was obviously getting turned on by the feeling. Finally she arched her back to stretch and I could obviously see her nipples through her sweatshirt. They must have been rock hard. I had to feel them. I commented about her nipples and how she might not want to do that again, but she said that she was so horny she.