24-10-2020, 11:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 16-11-2020, 01:17 PM by AnilA1. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
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Shwetha laid there in the hall with her nighty up exposing her legs, thighs and pussy. She least bothered to pull down the nighty. The sounds were still coming from the bedroom. Thap, thap, thap…thap!
She listened to the sounds lying there. She never thought the sounds of fucking were so harmonious and so melodious - one fleshy part touching another fleshy part, in passion, in enthusiasm and in pure and core union.
“Momma…momma…get up!”
With difficulty Shwetha opened her eyes. It took some time to realize where she was. She was in her friend’s house, sleeping in the spare bedroom.
“What time is it?” he asked her daughter, who woke her up.
“Eight,” said Sasmitha.
“Ohh…it is already eight!” said Shwetha lazily. “Come, my little angel.” She dragged her daughter into her lap and kissed her.
“You said we will go to shopping today?” little girl asked.
“Yes, we will go, dear, after finishing breakfast,” she assured. “You brushed your teeth and freshened up?”
“Yes.”
“You are wonderful. Let momma freshen up too.”
She rolled out of the bed, took the tooth brush from her bag and walked into the attached bathroom.
There was a big life-size mirror in the bathroom. Shwetha dropped her nightie standing in front of it. Now she was looking at herself in nude. She put her hands behind her head and stared at her asset - big boobs, curvy waist, small and cute belly button, bushy pussy and enormous thighs.
Shwetha always took pride in her body. She adored and loved it, so always made sure to keep it fit and healthy.
After that moment of narcissism, she put some paste on her toothbrush. Brushing the teeth, she sat on the commode. Shitting done, she took a quick bath and came out of the bathroom.
She wore a white leggings and red top - one of her favourite dresses, which accentuated her figure. Whenever she wore that dress, men could not stop ogling at her.
When Shwetha walked into the living room, it was empty. She searched for Sindhu in the kitchen and balcony. She was nowhere to be seen; even no sounds from the master bedroom. Children were also not visible. Where had all gone, she wondered.
Exactly then, Manoj walked out of the master bedroom. He stared at Shwetha for a moment longer than usual and Shwetha instantly knew the meaning of his looks. As she remembered the sounds of the last night he made with his wife, she became bashful. She looked more beautiful with her demure look.
“I was searching for Sindhu and children,” she mumbled.
“Sindhu went to get vegetables. Kids went along with her,” he replied. “They must be back in a few minutes. I will get you coffee.”
“Ohhh…don’t take trouble. I will make coffee.” She liked his gentleman way to offer her morning coffee.
“Come on, Shwetha! You are our guest. You just relax as long as you are here.” Saying so, he walked into the kitchen.
She felt ashamed to sit idle in the hall so she went to the balcony. It was a sunny day. She felt relaxed as the sun started warming her body.
In a minute, Manoj appeared with two cups of coffee. Shwetha took one and sipped the coffee.
“You made a great coffee,” she complimented.
Manoj smiled. “Not as good as Sindhu makes. She always makes tasty one.” Then suddenly he looked into her eyes and said, “You are looking beautiful in this dress.”
Shwetha was baffled with that sudden remark from him. Pink colour rushed into her cheeks; her nipples became active suddenly; and more blood gushed down to her loins.
“Thank you.” Her voice was feeble and weak. She could not stand straight so she leaned against the balcony railing.
Shwetha laid there in the hall with her nighty up exposing her legs, thighs and pussy. She least bothered to pull down the nighty. The sounds were still coming from the bedroom. Thap, thap, thap…thap!
She listened to the sounds lying there. She never thought the sounds of fucking were so harmonious and so melodious - one fleshy part touching another fleshy part, in passion, in enthusiasm and in pure and core union.
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“Momma…momma…get up!”
With difficulty Shwetha opened her eyes. It took some time to realize where she was. She was in her friend’s house, sleeping in the spare bedroom.
“What time is it?” he asked her daughter, who woke her up.
“Eight,” said Sasmitha.
“Ohh…it is already eight!” said Shwetha lazily. “Come, my little angel.” She dragged her daughter into her lap and kissed her.
“You said we will go to shopping today?” little girl asked.
“Yes, we will go, dear, after finishing breakfast,” she assured. “You brushed your teeth and freshened up?”
“Yes.”
“You are wonderful. Let momma freshen up too.”
She rolled out of the bed, took the tooth brush from her bag and walked into the attached bathroom.
There was a big life-size mirror in the bathroom. Shwetha dropped her nightie standing in front of it. Now she was looking at herself in nude. She put her hands behind her head and stared at her asset - big boobs, curvy waist, small and cute belly button, bushy pussy and enormous thighs.
Shwetha always took pride in her body. She adored and loved it, so always made sure to keep it fit and healthy.
After that moment of narcissism, she put some paste on her toothbrush. Brushing the teeth, she sat on the commode. Shitting done, she took a quick bath and came out of the bathroom.
She wore a white leggings and red top - one of her favourite dresses, which accentuated her figure. Whenever she wore that dress, men could not stop ogling at her.
When Shwetha walked into the living room, it was empty. She searched for Sindhu in the kitchen and balcony. She was nowhere to be seen; even no sounds from the master bedroom. Children were also not visible. Where had all gone, she wondered.
Exactly then, Manoj walked out of the master bedroom. He stared at Shwetha for a moment longer than usual and Shwetha instantly knew the meaning of his looks. As she remembered the sounds of the last night he made with his wife, she became bashful. She looked more beautiful with her demure look.
“I was searching for Sindhu and children,” she mumbled.
“Sindhu went to get vegetables. Kids went along with her,” he replied. “They must be back in a few minutes. I will get you coffee.”
“Ohhh…don’t take trouble. I will make coffee.” She liked his gentleman way to offer her morning coffee.
“Come on, Shwetha! You are our guest. You just relax as long as you are here.” Saying so, he walked into the kitchen.
She felt ashamed to sit idle in the hall so she went to the balcony. It was a sunny day. She felt relaxed as the sun started warming her body.
In a minute, Manoj appeared with two cups of coffee. Shwetha took one and sipped the coffee.
“You made a great coffee,” she complimented.
Manoj smiled. “Not as good as Sindhu makes. She always makes tasty one.” Then suddenly he looked into her eyes and said, “You are looking beautiful in this dress.”
Shwetha was baffled with that sudden remark from him. Pink colour rushed into her cheeks; her nipples became active suddenly; and more blood gushed down to her loins.
“Thank you.” Her voice was feeble and weak. She could not stand straight so she leaned against the balcony railing.
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