For a mere moment, Manjula dwelled on the sensations coursing through her body. In pure sunlight, and in broad daylight, she was relieving herself outdoors. Opening a few buttons, she slipped out of her dress easily. Bart could see that she wore no undergarments. Her body was slender, save for the curves that childbearing had brought her. Bart thought of her nursing all her children and wondered how she managed it. His own mother's breasts were still full of milk and she only nursed Maggie occasionally. Manjula paused only to place a hand on her pussy; rubbing her clitoris, she made her pee flow arc forward. Bart watched until the last of her honey had flowed; at the end, it was mixed with her creamy climax. She was quiet, here in her front yard, but Bart would bet that she'd scream like a banshee when she was fucked in private. His thoughts were interrupted when Manjula suddenly looked down at him....
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