***Over the next few days I often thought about the mysterious stranger, and about the deep emotions he had stirred up inside me. The overriding feel...ings, however, were regret that I had lost something wonderful, and at the same time, the contrary sense that something momentous was about to happen. Logic told me that this was rather silly as well as highly unlikely, and was just the wishful thinking of a middle aged spinster trapped in a dull and unfulfilled life.Whilst I felt increasingly. The warm, strong hand continued rubbing her ass, fingers occasionallyslipping between her ass cheeks. She moved slightly against him, pressingher ass against his hand. His left hand moved down past her breasts,across her stomach and over her pussy. His fingers slid into her pubichair and his hand rested outside, cupping her warm, slightly moist cunt.She gasped and tried to move herself even closer to him. He pressed hishand over and against her mound, slowly rotating. She squirmed and spreadher. I unhooked 2 of her blouse hooks and was staring at her cleavage. I forgot to describe her ( she is 38-32-38, Whitish and looks like a typical keralite). I was growing very horny and my pennies started to make tent in my shorts and looked like a huge one . and I was not able to unhook the rest and was froze .Shantha came from the back and caught hold of my pennies and I came back to sense as she held it real tight and hard .My aunty said don’t stop. keep undressing me . then I asked her to sit. George wasn't because he was still so astounded by these new feelings that he had not yet placed it on a romantic love. Summer wasn't because she felt she was unable to date anyone at the time. When George first invited Summer over, they both had only the purest of intentions. It was a warm winter day, but the pure white snow still blanketed the ground. The two went into George's sunroom. They cuddled. They held hands. They gazed out to the frozen pond in George's backyard. She laid atop.