India, as she fucked herself. Rani had all the practiced movements of a real pro. Arti couldn’t believe it. Without missing a beat, she spun around ...gain, kneeling, thighs spread wide. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand over the far edge of the table. When she pulled back up, she was holding a beautiful 12-inch life like rubber cock that was covered in gulab jamun syrup. Rani shook her head, her beautiful mane of black hair falling away from her face. There was a look. To my shock, I found my angel completely naked trying to wipe her body. My eyes were wide open and I was in a state of hypnosis for the next 10 seconds. I could clearly see her amazing tits. She had dark brown nipples with large areolas. I regained my senses only after she covered herself and shouted, “Close the door you asshole.”I immediately apologized and shut the door. I quickly took my bucket and ran into a different bathroom to avoid a second confrontation. We didn’t talk to each other. Living on my own for long periods in quite a rural area, I struggled to keep myself amused.This was the routine that I was in for over ten years until a chance meeting with an old school friend changed that. Sarah was a good friend at school but we had drifted apart over the years, having discovered she lived not far away we decided to meet up and soon became close friends again. Hearing about all of her adventures over the years made me feel that I really had not done much with my life. Sarah. I sucked it fully into my mouth, teeth grazing the nipple as I applied pressure. You groaned, placing a hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. I slipped to the side, my face buried in your lightly perfumed cleavage. The faint smell of Coco Chanel's most famous fragrance sent my cock into overdrive. My head said I wanted, no, I needed to fuck this woman, but, somehow, I knew that wouldn't happen. At least not on my terms. I continued my journey up the slope of her other breast..