Indian Housewife’s Hot MMS With Family Friend In Car

It would appear that she had no clue that the thermostat kept inching up instead of down."Yes, of course!"I sat back down and once again placed my knees between her legs. I feasting my eyes on her now naked form, save only for her matching blue thong. I yearned to reach out and run my fingers through her perfect hair, but I dared not do anything against our "rules". I found myself shifting around in my seat, trying to avoid bringing attention to my now full erection. It didn't go unnoticed:"So watcha got there, Uncle Billy? Is that what they call a Billy Club?" She laughed delightedly, cracking herself up."Never mind that for now, young lady," I said sternly, "we can talk about that later." I couldn't help but smile and my cheeks felt flushed all of a sudden. "Now, where were we?"Immediately she put her hand over her thong and slowly ran her fingers over her mound as she looked me right in the eyes. She knew she had me and I was helpless in her presence. She did her best to entice. Clad in clean navy bell bottoms and a red sweater, she walked noiselessly over the carpet barefoot. Her breasts jiggled as she walked and the soft nylon sweater scraped her nipples taut with every step. Bette Jean had spoken to her privately about that too. It was indecent to go without a bra. Wanda had laughed and told her she was old fashioned. All the girls went without bras these days. Lester liked to look at her bounce around the house and after all he was the one she had to please, she thought smugly. Besides it drove that silly mama's boy, Gary, out of his gourd.The whistle died on her lips when she opened the utility room door. Gary was standing at the dryer with his bare ass hanging out while he rummaged through a stack of clean clothes folded on the porcelain top. His shirt tail poled out a little in front of him where his young cock stood half hardened. The thighs and buttocks looked strong and young, the legs hairier than she would have imagined. Hell, he seemed like such.
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