I was enjoying a spot of mutual masturbation in the shower with the stunningly attractive daughter of my landlady! Could this get any better? Well, ye...s, it could, as after a short while when we both knew we were on the verge of orgasm, we began to fuck. Alison was a little shorter than me and so I knelt down to get my cock pointing at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself onto me and then wrapped her legs around my arse. It was awkward, but with me stooped down a little and Alison on. Her face and figure were almost that of Kajal Agarwal (a south Indian actress).She smiled at me as soon as she saw me. I was so stunned at her beauty that I was staring at her. She had to snap her fingers to bring me back to my senses. I greeted her with a smile and asked her to take a seat beside me. We had some casual chats for a while.Nothing happened during that time. So I made a face to Shreyas to make a move. Suddenly Shreyas told us that he read in an article that breastmilk could cure. She said: wait. I'll be back soonAnd ran butt naked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of olive oil. She rubbed it on her stomach and pussy and rubbed her hands on his dick and started ridding him slowly as now Mohit went in only up to half his length. He slowly humped into her vagina making it slowly get used to the size.My mom’s moaning got louder and louder as the pain gripped her. Mohit tried kissing her to keep her from screaming. She got to a point where she was asking Mohit to. His anger derailed but the passion from it fuelled other emotions. “Are your services limited to the customers?” “No, of course not.” “Prove it,” he challenged. Pulling down the service hatch, I led the mechanic into the back room and let him take down my particulars. In actual fact, I took them down as I didn’t want his oily hands on any of my work clothes. “If you don’t want my hands on your clothes, you’d better take them off.” “I better had,” I said, undoing the buttons on my blouse..