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She closed the door for a moment. The full length mirror attached to the back of the door and the one above the sink were foggy from the steam. She started drying her hair while she waited for the mist to dissipate. When the image of her own body was visible in the glass, Deana just stood there gazing at her sixty year old body. Although she didn’t care for the changes that age and gravity had done to her body, she still considered herself to be a sexy, full figured, woman. However, the shoulder length locks of her auburn hair no longer were thick and vibrant with color, but streaked with gray hair. As she looked downward, Deana groaned. Her breasts were no longer perky and full, they resembled deflated balloons that sagged far more than she cared to admit. Whimsically she closed one eye, then let her eyes descend a little further, and grimaced. Her stomach had lost its tight, flat appearance. She smirked, because her hips still had that vivacious curve, which attracted men to her. I made her lie on the bed, covered her with the comforter, and sat on the chair besides, holding her hand.She wasn’t at peace. She wanted me right next to her.So, I too joined her, lay right next to her…She placed her head on my chest with closed eyes and hugged me tightly.Her boobs with touching my body firmly and her tinder touch was giving me heavy breathes.Now, this was an awkwrd situation. At one point, I felt that I wanted to kiss her, and the other, I felt I should just let her rest.With all this mess going in my head, she whispered….Karan, your heart’s beating so fast.Me :- dats cause I have always dreamt of being like this with you…And today that you are here, I don’t really know what to do.Tina :- jus hugs me tightly as of now.I did as asked, but by mistake, my hands went inside her top. And as I placed my hands on her back, I felt her soft skin.I was shocked to realize what I had done, but then just waited for her to react…To which she didn’t….Lucky me.I just kissed her.
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Within minutes I had her jerking and moaning, so loud I was scared the neighboring room could hear her, and she came with a big shudder. She said she has never experienced this before, but I guess she must be saying it to all her clients.We dried ourselves and proceeded to the bedroom. We ordered something to eat and had another drink each. The dinner arrived and we finished having the same. I called for room service to clean so that we would not be disturbed later.As soon as the room service left the room, she took off her clothes and asked me to do the same. We put on the DO NOT DISTURB sign and proceeded in shedding our clothes. We were both in our glory and cuddled up on the bed together and started a conversation. It was a different experience, like a BF and GF just cuddling up and talking.Slowly and steadily she started touching me and I was touching her sexy tits, she then put her legs over mine and I could feel her warm pussy against my thigh. This started to turn me on and I.

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