Believe me…I love matured ladies.She was a regular at our house and man, she was really flirty… I just had a peep of her cleavage and that was eno...gh for me to ignite her fire… She observed it and was always brushing and showing her things… in one word she was being desperate.Once what happened was, my parents went on a holiday abroad for two weeks and I was left alone at my house… with all the facilities from broad band internet to name it… I was still bored… So I called my darling mami and. After a while, Greg wrapped both his hands around my wife's inner thighs just above knee level, stood up with his cock still buried in my wife's ass and pulled her off Jimmy's cock. He held her thighs up and spread them out on each side so that her kneecaps were now just about level with her breasts, fulling opening up her wet pussy for all to see. Greg then went on to lie down on the bed with my wife still trapped in that compromising position on top of him, while Jimmy went off to open the. I had everything prepared and ready to go for when she arrived home. Ifigured that she would be tired if her boss had made her work the entireday. I'd just about forgotten what I was wearing. There were momentswhen it hit me that I was walking around in heels, wearing hot pants anda halter-top, but mostly I went about my business.As the sun set beneath the horizon, and there was still no sign of Grace,I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I was gettinghungry. Surely by now. Thanks to her dedicated parents she somehow managed to finish her secondary education.The tension gradually diminished. Belinda accepted her fate and bravely moved down the uneven road of life. She graduated in graphic design, got a job in an advertising agency and moved to live independently. Her parents were proud of her, and not without reason. Her colleagues liked her for she was good-natured, imaginative and could do miracles with Photoshop but felt awkward in her presence. She was.