These girls may be brats, but they couldn't possibly know how to pull the strings of a mature woman by flashing well placed legs. But then again... Wh...o am I k**ding? I can't resist sneaking close up peaks of these legs even if I tried. I might as well 'attempt' do the best I can at NOT looking obvious. Carefully I turn my head and stare long fully at those wiggling suck able toes. If I couldn't only lift one of those feet up to my hungry mouth and suck on each and every one of them. I turn. She smiled and said fine. I went and stood behind her, over her shoulder looked at what she is cooking and started to rub my cock against her buttocks.She was acting as if nothing happened and I put my hand around her waist and inserted my fingers into her saree fold and touched her mound. It was puffy and hairy. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her buttocks, saying it is so hard and nice to touch.I said your husband is lucky, he can play with all these every day. She smiled. And the memory of her last encounter with Yvette sent her over the top.Her cunt was pulsing and wet. She and Yvette had always had explosive sex, and she knew what was coming. Her heart almost stopped beating for a moment when she opened her door and saw Yvette standing there.All her initial desire for the girl came flooding back to her. Yvette looked spectacular. Tall, lean, her incredible long shapely legs showing under a high miniskirt, her wonderful glossy dark skin glowing and smooth, her. He lay down in thesand and I knelt down straddling his head with my knees, he licked myballs and I felt tingly all over; then I lowered my head to a positionright over his erect cock. My tongue darted out and licked the head, astring of precum extended from his cock to my lips. All of a sudden Ifelt his mouth around my cock and he began to suck it slowly. I followedsuit, my senses of smell was filled with a musky manly scent. As heincreased the pace of sucking, I did too. I could hear the waves.