He said he is busy in some work. I went alone. It was a festival season and Sunday. The market was crowded.I picked a basket and began to pick items. ...I saw a lady in a black color sari. She was an apsara from heaven standing in front of me. I will describe the lady. Age 30 – 32 years, height 5’8, a little chubby perfect figure. Her sari was below the navel. I could see her deep navel and white waist. She was perfect milf to be fucked for days and nights. By sari wearing style I came to know she. They never told me and I never asked.The women however were splintered into many different groups. There were the mothers with a contradictory disapproval/tolerance/cautious optimism response to it all. They probably thought it was just a phase we were all going through and they weren't going to interfere unless they thought it was getting out of hand. Then there were the girl cousins. I think the youngest of this generation was sixteen so they were all old enough to know what was going on.. You slowly stroke your hand along my shaft as your masterful tongue does its work, and I find myself shooting a heavy load into your mouth in no time. I love the way you look at me when you are done. I love the way your lips taste and feel when you kiss me now. You tell me that now you are in the right mood for tonight.Arm in arm we walk down the hall to the elevator and push the button for the ground floor, and the lounge. A great band is playing tonight and has a large crowd here. We make our. She started to ask me about my sex life with my girlfriend. She laughed at me by knowing I am still virgin. In between these conversations my hand was touching her creamy thigh. She gave a naughty look at me and asked “have u ever seen a girl naked ?”. i became shy and nodded my head.. By keeping her hand and on my head she told “ are kitna bhola hai mera baccha” and she went inside. This time her bedroom door was open and she started to remove her t-shirt. wow what a scene it was.I could able.