Unke lambe baal jo ki unki hips tak jaate hain . i love them a lot since my childhood .Mummy jada suit hi pehnti hai and unke baal all tym bun mein ti...e rehte hain jab wo ghar pe hoti hai. So think of her as a lady in suit with a loose bun , big ass , big boobs . She wear suits with deep cleavage and deep back . So story i already told you is a fantasy ( Not real) but thought is good so i hope you all will feel it and enjoy it . I will use eynglish / hindi both lanuages in my story side by side. Same faint light. That night again after hours of effort all I could do was to put my leg between her two legs. But because they were covered with gown, I couldn’t feel any heat. But I did try to touch her breasts. That was fucking crazy. Because I had imagined them to be round, pulpy and fleshy. But what i got to touch was nearly flat. Couldn’t understand. Will explain later.After that started my seeing her sex on toast tits which I must have sucked silly as a child as she would lean to pick. She sucked on him so hard that his rod started to stiffen again. Great she thought, lets see if he can get off again. His cock grew to its full eight inches and was pushing at the back of her throat as she relaxed and led him slide down her gullet. Wow, he thought, she's throating me. God it feels just like her cunt, wet and tight. And, he slowly pushed his prick in and out of her hot, tight throat. As she sucked him she felt fingers searching for her pussy and spread her. I sigh loudly and obviously as he leaves. Back to the mirror and I try to get the day ahead in focus. Lots of deadline action the next few days and a fussy client at the top of the list this afternoon. Was he still wet when he left the bathroom? “Excuse me,” leaning just past my ribs he reaches to open the drawer with the combs and brushes “thank you!” He looks up at me with a sly grin, pausing his glance along the curve of my breast and the stiff nipple trying to escape out of the edge.