Wo apni kiss or deep krta hua fir se mere navel pr aya or charo or kiss krne laga ki achanak se unhone apni tongue meri navel mein daal di. Meri to ha...at aese kharab hue ki meine apni dono akhe zorr se band krli or pao upper niche sofe pr ragadne lagi.Ab uske lips mere navel ke thoda sa niche safar kr rhe the or apne thook se mere angg angg ki pyas bhuja rhe the. Usne kiss krte time apne dono hath mere dono boobs pr rakh die or unhe zorr zorr se dabane laga. Mein mast sofe pr padi zindagi ke. She sat on her knees between my thighs having removed her skirt with her garter belt and stockings still in place. Removing her blouse she then undid her bra to reveal her lovely breasts for me to enjoy. Leaning forward she lowered her floppy beauties to rest around my erection starting a silky tilt around my hardness. Grasping my shaft at the base with one hand and just fleeting across my slit I leaned back into the sofa to take whatever she was inclined to do. I wanted to be passively. Still, hope sprang eternal, because her pussy was certainly the one I longed most to feel surround my raging prick. Even today, at age 50, near enough, I am sitting with a partial erection thinking of it.Here I sit, the page of my mother's diary open and two drawers of her lacy panties and bras rumpled and spilling over the edges of her dresser. The perfect perfume she used hangs in the air and takes me back to those confusing, but wonderful days.The night of the bicycle ride sprang back into. The men went down a torn up dirt road where large forestry tractors had left deep tyre marks. The track had turned into a string of large mud holes under the weight of the heavy machinery. The rain had filled up the holes and turned the track into a thick dark brown slush. The men stopped. They opened the bag and took out two black hoods, a collar and a leash. Here the streetlights of the car park area still provided a faint shine in between the trees and undergrowth. People were visible.