" So wait a few minutes, why don't cha!" Ok...sorry..."Martin still couldn't believe what he saw as he shut the door. He'd always thought of his siste...r as just another aspect if his life he'd just have to deal with until he went to college. Now, however, he saw Angela in a different light. Even through her rage, he saw a part of her that would stay with him for the rest of his life. In that one moment, he saw her as a woman. He saw the curves of her hips just before she covered herself, her. After all this is imagination; right? I promise you won't be sorry. Mrs. M's life is going to become very, what shall I say, stimulated?Okay, now there she is. Certainly lovely and excellent, don't you think? Good genes. Mrs. M's body is the body of a woman in the prime of her matronly years. She is probably 10 pounds heavier than when she was a high school senior; just enough to round out the curve of her inviting ass and tits. But Mrs. M's are not the massive udders of the grotesque things in. Subah hi ramu mere paas aaya bola mere shath chal mene ghadi dekhi to us samay 5 baje the me bola kanha par to wo bola chal to sahi hum dono thodi door ek pahadi par gaye us jagah par kai ped lge the wo mujhse ped par chadne ke liye bola mene kha knyu to bola chad to sahi hum ped par chad gaye phir usne mujhe jhadi ke peechhe dekh ne ko kaha mene dekha to me dekhata hi rahgaya wanha par karib 30 40 gaonki ledies {tatti} haag kari thi me ye sab dedhkar pagal ho gaya ki ek saath itni saari choot. "Fuck me...fuck me...I'm your paki whore!"Donte had increased the speed of his thrusts inside of her, which continued to send ripples through her body. Fahima looked in to his eyes and saw an a****l intensity. The desire to fuck her brains out was etched all over his face. She kissed him because Donte was the man she needed, the one she always wanted. She felt like a true woman, taking her female needs from a real man. She felt liberated, free of the shackles that had restricted her before..