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We began to kiss softly at the beginning, then wildly; I had the impression this woman didn’t know a damn about how to kiss, despite she had been married and was a mother of four. I also realized she had never been caressed or fondled in such delightfully, coz decency and morals was an impediment for her right to enjoy lavishly. I think she was surprised at realizing she lacked courage or spirit to fight back so nobody fucked her. Elena is short, 1.55 meters tall. Her measures: 90, 65, 85. Her flesh, muscles are firm and well shaped legs as resulting daily gym work. She’s also the owner of such gorgeous breasts. A tiny waist that resembled a cute mouse with long neck. She has blue eyes, thin sensual lips, especially perceived when she sometimes bit them shily, or if a stranger hand sneaked under her skirt. She also is a natural blonde, that dress discretely, but… if she ever dressed up for me.. Hell, she really drives me mad! Despite she is no longer young, her body looks better than her daughter’s. After she made sure she liked me after I kissed her, touched her, play with her body. Subsequently, I was allowed to pass my hand around her waist, touch her legs under the blue jean she was şişli escort wearing now. It was here where she resisted, didn’t give up to me, still kissing me. I kept pressing by repeating the same stuff over and over. I immediately unbuttoned her blouse -one button. She started to protest, but it would be a good idea to begin kissing that part of her bare neck which paid good results here as she stopped complaining, and got still. My stroking resumed above her top, feeling her fleshy boobs until she uttered: “Please, no, don’t do that to me!” This request, was totally ignored, for I kept kissing and fondling, until I was done with the last button, and her blouse was wide opened for me now. This sudden outcome, made her object; her face expression showed disapproval forcing me to stop. Out of the sudden, her womanhood took over, in complete control, as she realized I was on my wasy to fuck this 50 yo woman. Only one breast portion was on sight now, so I worked on this part nice and easy. I felt their volume, tiny freckles, and the limits of bra, how it could cover such large boobs all together with nipples, a magnificent view. The white tits and nipples got hard escort şişli just the moment I touched them, driving me mad. The areola was almost gone in her boobs, no wrinkles, no flaccid or flabby, or dangling boobs. On the contrary, this stimulus spread all over to her tits as they received woman’s message: “Get stiff now!!” I had to take off her top myself, but it was necessary to unfasten her buttons at the cuff. My lack of practice didn’t assist, undoing one after the other, so her arms became trapped on her back, like handcuffed. This way her breasts were now on plain view, swaying, still covered by the bra though. Oh, what a wonder to admire here!! Her tits were at the mercy of my hands, abandoned. She claimed mercy: “Oh, no please, stop it!” I wouldn’t pay any attention. I got down those bra strips starting from shoulders, then down to arms. This had been enough for her, being naked in front of a guy, in a long time, too bad, for she already was stripped off her blouse. A woman this old was too difficult to handle, having the bra strips pulled first, and then the bra cups. As I tried to unfasten this piece, she’d resist. She felt my kissing and said: “No, enough mecidiyeköy stop it!” This sounded like an order to me, the woman obviously hint me: “Go ahead, come on, you’re good at this!!” “Oh, please, don’t go any further … I said: no!” Touch her legs and asscheeks had been the tough job here, due to unatended long periods. Well, I finally progressed into next level: loose her pant belt. I had to unzip her pants, my hands around her waist and hips. This stuff became a complicated task without her cooperation. Laud screams were not heard any longer, for she was already lost in the middle of confusion, go astray. Her womanhood had imposed over her willpower and her femenity was now in command. We sat in the couch next to each other and Elena knelt over me kissing me passionately. After a while, I pushed her on the cushion and she agreed to take off her pants herselfl. She immediately stripped off her panties herself, while emitting sounds like uttering strange groans, already turned on. This seemed more to a rape at instances… up to now, for she kept screaming: “No, please.!” This opposition was contradictory to her desires: she wished to get laid down, actually. %%%%%%% Well, yes, it looked like a rape for I had been forcing within her while her mind struggled for so much hesitation: “Yes, go ahead. No, please stop it!!” She never imagined that after kissing her I’d dare to fondle her body, and would dare to fuck her brains out, to carry on with my plans.