Freind's mom became my wife(2)

Laila was an innocent lady. She was soft natured kind lady. She had a cruel husband. He had tried to combert her into prostitute. However, having keen sense of situation, she had escaped from her house in Bangalore and travelled to Tivandrum.

There she led a troublesome life. Finally, she got a job as manager in a company. She is still in touch with her son who works at Bangalore.

Laila is religious, traditional lady. I left through the door and sat at a window to observe her reactions. One could notice her shining face due to wetness I caused on it. Her Sindhoora was half gone, owing to my intense slow kissing. She took a bath, prayed to god and then left to work.

Seeing this, I obtained a very good impression about her. Night time. She didnt posess any relationship. She was completely alone. I didnt want her to feel as if nobody cared for her. Every night I visited her house compulsorily.

I helped her in her homework. She prepared dinner, we ate and went to watch TV. She sat on couch, cutting onions for following day breakfast.

She was wearing a plain blue saree.
I watched TV for few minutes and then started massaging her legs. I gently pressed both of her legs. She said ,"thanks for that gentle caringness, you're wife would be very lucky to have you as her husband". I plainly said, "Welcome".

Then I raised her saree and peticoat upto her knees. This was a shock. She stopped chopping onions. But I continued massaging her naked legs. She went back to her chopping perceiving it to be normal.

Slowly, I raised her right leg, took her thumb in my mouth. She twirked. She gave an unnotice type glance. Her hands moved very slowly. I started kissing each of her fingers. Now she started breathing heavily. Her upper body was pouncing. Boobs were doing dance. Her mangalsutra was coming front and going back. It was so sexy, anybody would have creampied her, but I was not in that route. I started coming front.
I kissed her lower leg, bit up, bit more up.

I reached her knee. Now I could smell her fragrant sweat caused due to slow intense kissing. I raised her saree and peticoat until her hip. I could see her panty. She held my hand at the hip as if to stop me.

I touched her navel with another hand. She twirked again and dropped my hand. She fell back on couch, closed her eyes and breathed heavily. I started caressing her soft thighs with one hand and her navel with another. I pulled her a bit front to obatin more grip in her navel , pulled her pallu down and started kissing her tender thighs. I went very close to her pussy and stopped.
I made her stand, hugged her caringly.
I then french kissed her tenderly and left bidding thanks for dinner. I left her in the middle of another orgasm.
My experience continues in another part where she will be still more horny,still more sexy.