"Lamar, I have work to do." Sure, go ahead," he had said.He had stayed home the entire day, having her bring him cool drinks, watching her every move ...as she did her housework. After the first few uncomfortable moments, Coleen, despite herself, began to enjoy the attention and the compliments he paid the thirty-seven year old who had become his (unwilling?) mistress.Later that afternoon, as Coleen was taking some clean laundry upstairs, Lamar's eyes looked up and saw that as she climbed the. I squirmed, took a sip of beer, waiting for her reaction. She stared at her phone for a while then raised her eyes again, confused. I smirked. She had a red top on, and some tight jeans shorts that went to her knees. I knew every single bra she owned, had memorized them all, but I couldn't find a sign of any of them today. Besides, her breasts were ever so slightly sagging. It didn't take a savant mathematician to add 1 + 1 and come up with an answer. It was her turn to play and she used the H. His shock was near paralytic and his surprise total as he stared at his Sociology Professor. The professor smiled with renewed mischief, and gave him a naughty wink, in acknowledgment of his shock. The warmth in her mischievous smile suddenly ignited a fuse within his soul, blasting open his Pandora box of deeply hidden fantasies about mature women. As she returned her mouth to his cock, she found that his erection was twice as hard as it was before. It must have dawned on her that it was. My goodness. I could not imagine that a girl of 14 years of age could look so sexy, so ripe and so bitchy. Her Gaand was quite of a good size and I could well foresee that the crack of my sister’s Gaand was quite deep. I though what a lucky chap he’ll be who’ll fuck my sister in her Gaand for the first time. Her flesh was glowing coz of her white complexion. Then Saba, who was sitting on bed, asked my sister, who was standing facing saba, to turn so that Saba could play with my sister’s Gaand..