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It was a hot day for fall and she was milf rider jewel doing laundry, the washing machine was located in the basement. This meant there are many trips, carrying an overburdened laundry basket up and down the stairs. We had both gone into the basement, it be the coolest place in the house. We engaged each other in catch up chat the only light coming from one small casement window. The humidity was very high, a light sheen of moisture glistened on my tee shirted arms and the often glanced at valley of her chest.

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I felt her tapered, red polished finger nails push their milf rider jewel way down the back of my t shirt pausing at the belt of my shorts only to begin digging at the base material of my t- shirt. The t-shirt soon discarded, our hands began a duel for supremacy over my belt buckle. Retreating from that lost battle my hands advanced to the remaining 5 buttons on the front of her dress.