She was a Milf of the finest I had ever laid eyes on. I just stood and looked in amazement. She was tall, extremly attractive, shoulder length dark cu...rley hair, amazing eyes and such a pretty face. I was rooted to the spot in total owe of this sexual b**st, my complete sexual fantasy was there stood in front of me. Then in a quick flash she glanced across at me, gave a brief smile, flicked her hair away from her face and then she headed off down the asile of the supermarket. I wanted to follow. At 43, forthe first time since 17, I was not working in a restaurant to supportmyself.Managing the house and grounds is a bigger job than I imagined. When hewas home, I began cooking meals for two. So we spent a lot of timetogether. From time-to-time we went out together as a brother-sistertype couple. All that ever happened was an occasional arm around myshoulders or a kind of big brother rubbing of my back. Darn it. Butfacing facts, when I looked in the mirror I saw a plain Jane face, so-so. Invariably, myeyes would drop off and get fixed on them. I noticed that even while talking to me, myeyes made a regular stare on my succulent breasts. When he noticed me observing him staring like that, he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again. But again after some time, myeyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. After all, he is also a sex-starved young man; I thought and did not give it much thought. But since I fail to curtail those acts, it further encouraged him.pranav. “Sweetheart, that is a good sign if I am dripping, that means that I am very excited. And …”She touched her swollen clit and gently rubbed it, making her shiver and moan silently.“... if I am very excited, you might be in for a show!”She rubbed a bit harder and knew that there was no going back now. She needed some relief now, needed an orgasm.“Would you like me to carry on?”“Please!”“Yes!”“Shit, yes!”“Ma’am please!”She laughed and moaned at the same time, her right middle finger drawing.