Finally one evening it arrived, contact from a man, called Richard, who amazingly lived in the same town as he pretended to live in. The photo looked ...OK, the chap could spell and wasn’t simply interested if he was a top or a bottom, which Mike had to look up previously. So a simple “hello” email, within three evenings the emails were how deep can you take it, what position, do you fancy it outdoors. Escalation and excitement. They agreed to meet, just for a drink, you. I got a couple cones in to her and settled her down. She had passed out eventually and as I sat across from her I realised she wore the kind of stockings that ended at the top of her legs. She was spread out on a recliner and I could see straight up her skirt to that glorious pussy I longed for. I felt myself growing hard and all I could think was how much I wanted to touch it. I moved over to her and spread her legs a little further, to get a better look. She didn’t stir. She had had a lot of. Then it became a regular habit and I talked with her almost every day in the afternoons in orkut. One day I made fun of her of not inviting me to Delhi and she said you are welcome. But then I said I will go there only if she would host me and take me around the city. She agreed. And then every day we talked about this and that and I always teased her asking where her boyfriends lives etc etc. She used to excuse herself. One day I got an offer to go to Delhi for some work and I knew going to. Or halke se daba kar fir mere uper jhuke or mere boobs bra ke uper se hi apne muh me bhar liye . mene to maje se ankhe band kar li . m is pal ko full enjoy karna chahti thi .Per tabhi niche se meri mummy ki awaj aai or bhaiya ek dum se mere uper se uth gaye. Me bhi jaldi se uth kar bethi or tshirt ko niche karke sidha gate ki tarf bhagi . or hanji mummy bol kar niche ki tarf chalne lagi . mummy niche khadi hui gusse se meri tarf dekh rahi thi .Paas jate hi mummy ne gaal per ek thapad mara or.