..Why wasn't I enjoying it?Or right the genie! So I was walking along and I found a bottle in the sand right at the edge of the waves. It was really n...ice. Blue glass from memory. It was covered in all this writing that I couldn't recognise. So anyway I picked it up and took it back to the beach house we were renting. The rest of my family had gone of to do something... I don't remember.... Anyway... What was I saying? Oh the bottle right. So I went into my room and put the bottle down. It had a. Martina was half draggedhalf walked up the stairs. Balance was not hers anymore; it belonged to theman's grip on her hair. At will he could pull her down, or leave her on herfeet. She spat blood from the busted lip, and her work shirt was now coveredin plasma, as well as food. Once at the top of the stairs he shoved her forward and Martina fell to herknees spitting more blood. He moved to her side and gave her a swift kick inthe ribs. ?Plenty of time to be on your knees later hon.? Now he had. " Ava gave me a half-smile, more like a self-deprecating grin."I know you won't believe anything I say; as for you, I'm probably just an old man, but for some of us, nothing will ever be as tempting, beautiful as a delicate girl like you."With her adorable cheeks still red, she gave me a shy smile and looked me in the eyes for the first time since this conversation started. "You say that because you like me." I like you because of who you are, not how you look. You have no idea how many. When I saw her for the first time I was just left with my mouth wide open appreciating her body. Her name was jaya aged 40 which I later came to know.A perfect Gujarati bhabhi with a voluptuous body measuring 36dd-28- 38 which I measured myself when we had one of our sexual encounters with her mesmerizing breasts and an ass to die for.She wasn’t young with slight wrinkles on face andother parts but again my she perfectly fitted my criteria. She was the milf I was looking for.Days passed and so.