Indian Aunty Remove Her Dress , Expose Her Big Boo

He liked to watch the birds at the feeder in his back yard but now he had a better subject. He ran back to the bathroom window and dialed in his 8X Nikons. He bit his lips and he admired her beauty. She had Big Tits a dark tan except for a small bikini and bra area that were snow white. He glassed over her stiff nipples, then as she turned, he spotted the small patch of brown hair above her cunt. Ricky was almost drooling at the point and his 5” cock was again rising at attention. She turned sideways again to view the other side as she worked her brush in front of the blowdryer. She then bent 90 degrees at the waist, hair flipping forward, to dry the back. Her feet, a foot apart, gave Ricky a birdseye view of her asshole and shaved cunt. Once again, he stroked at his cock. Mel flipped off the hairdryer and laid it on the dresser. Opening her dresser drawer, she pulled out a t-shirt and tossed it on over her head, covering her naked body. Ricky continued to pound away at his little dick with his right hand, binoculars in his left, watching every move she made. Mel threw back the covers, crawled into bed and reached over to turn off the lights. Ricky stroked hard at his cock but there was no more cum available. He made his way to his bedroom, not turning on the light, and crawled into bed. Sleep would not come easy as he fucked Mel, in every imaginable position, in his mind all night. Ricky was even a bigger asshole at work on Monday morning. He couldn’t get the tall brunette out of his mind. He clocked out at 4:00 and almost ran to his car. Two miles from his house, he whipped into the shopping center and made a beeline to the big electronics store. Ten minutes later he walked briskly to his Subaru, brand new video camera under his arm. Turning into the driveway he spotted Mel in the front yard, t-shirt and shorts, working in the shrubs in front of her house. He sat the bag with the video camera on his front steps. “Hi Mel,” he yelled out as he softcore headed down the bank to her driveway. “How was your first day on the job?” “Oh hi, Ricky,” she replied, standing and shaking the dirt from her rubber-gloved hands. It was a good day, not much work other than paperwork, indian but I think I’ll like it.” They continued the small talk and every time he looked at Mel, he saw her naked. It was hard for him to make eye contact but he struggled to do so, knowing failure to do so would make her curious. “Ricky, do you know of any good Catholic churches nearby?” asked Mel. “I was very active in my church back in Kentucky and really want to find one quickly.” “Un no, I don’t really consider myself religious, to be perfectly honest, but there should be one somewhere close. Are you a big church-goer?” “Oh yes, I rarely miss a Sunday and after missing yesterday, I need to find one this week. Oh and by the way, a girl at work recommended a yard man. She said he was fabulous. OK, well good to talk with you, but I better get back to work here.” “Ummm, yeah, ummm sure. Hey, if you’re interested, ummm, maybe we could grab a bite to eat one evening after work,” inquired Ricky. On her 18th birthday, she was elected prom queen. Pushing her hand he quickly unzipped his pants and again taking hold his softcore wife's hand he placed it upon his briefs. Morgan came up behind him with a red lollipop in her mouth, her arms crossed over her chest. Gently he kissed her, one after another each getting closer and closer to her cunny. She shoved them off my hips. She smirked to herself, and she bit her lip as her plan slowly took form. They each had taken out life insurance policies, Big Tits payable to me as well as a joint policy, also payable to me. Both had separate property from before their marriage. All I indian could do was wish I was Jimmy as the two took a hold of his dick and started giving him a blowjob. Hopefully, putting her and her Mother on salary, will help them and give me two sets of eyes watching the two buildings that we acquired there. I tell her where I live and it doesn’t take her long to get back to campus. It popped from Jimmy’s pocket and when it did, you could tell t was a thong, an orange thong. I screamed