She walked down the hallway chatting about something or other, I didn’t know I watched her peach like ass moving. Then she turned to face me, grabbe... the sides of my face and started kissing. It took no time for her tongue to part my lips and start searching me. It felt so good, goose pimples worked up my back, and my cock started to harden in my jeans. Then she stopped.“Upstairs, first door on the left, get changed into what’s on the bed, understand slave?” She had spoken like this in the. ”Atharva opened his eyes.Before him, nervously shifting from foot to foot, was Gunjan. But it was a totally different Gunjan than the beatnik grunge child they’d lived with. This Gunjan had been completely remade.First, she was wearing a dress. A strapless white evening gown down to mid-thigh, sheer white panty hose and matching high heeled shoes. The white fabric showed off her natural olive skin.Second, she had had her hair redone. It was now short, just off the shoulders, and done in large. Then again the same happened and this time I purposefully rubbed her breast as if taking creases out of the saree. She was smiling a naughty and sexy smile at me.. I caught that this was the sign I was waiting for.By that time I too was damn horny. I too smiled at her and started to slowly rub her breast god they were huge and soft. She was just 35 years old then. She had firm full breasts and she was slightly on the chubby side. Even my mom used to say she was the most beautiful lady in our. She thought about pushing his fingers away . . . but his touch was actually increasing her growing desire. Soon he was gently flicking his thumbs across the erect buds that were becoming more prominent. This was a bold move, but both of them watched as her nipples became even more stiff and now fully aroused. "Someone likes to have their titties touched . . . don't they?" She tried to say what she knew her mom would want her to . . . but answered honestly instead. " Yessssssss . . . it feels.