She’s beautiful. Long black hair, highlighted by streaks of silver. Pale skin, dark blue eyes that stare right into your soul and dig out the deep s...ecrets. That smile of hers, I like it immensly. Her figure too is wonderful. Especially in that black leopardskin dress she was wearing that day. And those gold hoop earrings- they were nice too. I noticed she was staggering a bit at the moment, her features flushed and sweaty. When I saw this, I was sure that she’d had a lot to drink recently,. In the evening while going outside I am locking the door and heard a voice “How is biryani” to which I replied that ” should thank that beautiful hands who prepared that” and reply came saying then “Why are you late in thanking common don’t be shy” then I realized that I am not daydreaming and looked back and saw her and said thanks to that hands which prepared such a nice dish, she told here are my hands and you are so far and they wanted to get greeted very close, if not they get angry. Why. That won’t do. Lets make this as lingering as possible” As we stood and kissed, our tongues joining in a deep, slow dance, I found her tits with my hands. Beautiful and pert, I slid my hand through her blouse, under her bra, and on to that sweet sweet flesh. Fingers plucked at my groin, and I looked down to see Karen, releasing my prick from it’s cloth confines, and into the moist joy of her mouth. Suzanne, meanwhile, had stood behind Leanne and was kissing the back of her neck, her arms. She clearly swung both ways even with her daughters.“Well, my Aunt Marlene is pretty hot I guess,” I said. Marlene had big tits and a big butt like the girls but she wasn’t as pretty in the face to me. She was about Betty’s age. I guess you could call her a “MILF” by definition.UNCLE’S NOTE: THAT’S MY WIFE! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE CHECKING HER OUT!!Waverly glanced at her mom with an expression that read “See? There is no point in going to the party!” but Betty put the plate of cold oatmeal in.