We both love a lot of foreplay and oral before getting carried away into mindblowing sweaty sessions.However, the story is not about my girl or me get...ting frisky. This is quite the contrary. Yes, it is my milf landlady who is the heroine in this sequence of events.My landlady is of Indian heritage and 53 years of age. However, she does not look 53. She dyes her hair regularly and anyone would say she looks in her mid 30’s. Supple skin, wheatish brown, quite voluptuous compared to my girl, tits. Wo kuch bool bhi nahi pai, usne mujhe kaha ki pita ji ahh jaige, maine kaha kiyo jooth bool rahi meri rani, itni der se to wo teri choot ke majhe le raha tha aur kaha rahi pita ji ahhh jaiyege ,maine kas kar use godh mai utthaya aur bola meri rani ek baar mjuhe bhi spl. Dish ka majha de de, such tujhe mai jannat dikha doonga, abhi to hari so raha hai, jab tak wo uthega tab tak too mai tujhe apne land maharaj ki sair kar dunga meri rani, wo kuch nahi boli aur maine use apne wale kamre mai le. Our bodies moving as one as we enjoy each other fully in the moonlight.My thrusts become faster while my lips again find her neck. Her moans land directly in my ear, spurring me on, making me thrust faster while still holding her close. I feel her body tense against mine while her muscles tighten and release around my cock. Her nails dig into the skin on my back as she rides the wave of pleasure running through her.When her orgasm subsides, I begin my rhythmic movements again. Before long she. The only thing that was a little different was that she spent most of the weekend in very little clothing, mostly panties and t-shirts, and managed to do a lot of bending over. Other than that things were pretty normal and that made me happy. Two weeks later it was her weekend with me again and, again, she called to ask if she could go to a party with her friends and come in late. I felt a twinge of excitement in my chest and told her that would be fine.“Daddy,” she said.“Yes, baby?”“Just so.