Neelam nodded both at us and look at shilpa and tease "with Reka' s help you can also enjoy zya "
Shilpa also grin back.
But hearing this I shocked because not about that shilpa also like a star
but she is mortal enemy of reka and with full of white hair her beauty like
There is a particular kind of beauty that youth cannot manufacture.
It cannot be bought, cannot be trained into existence, cannot be approximated by any combination of good genetics and good lighting. It arrives only one way — through time. Through decades of living fully, feeling completely, surviving everything that was meant to break you and somehow, inexplicably, coming out the other side not diminished but distilled.
Zya possessed this beauty entirely.
Her hair was the first thing you noticed — not because it demanded attention, but because it simply had it. Fully white now, not the apologetic grey of reluctant aging but a deep, luminous, silver-white that fell with the quiet authority of snowfall. It framed her face the way a storm front frames a landscape — dramatically, completely, making everything within it feel more significant by contrast.
Her face carried its years the way ancient architecture carries its age. Not despite the lines but through them — each one a record of something real. A laugh that had happened fully. A grief that had been felt without flinching. A life that had not been lived carefully or minimally but with both hands, completely.
Her eyes were the kind of dark that holds depth rather than simply color — still and knowing, the way deep water is still. When they settled on you, you felt seen in the particular uncomfortable way that only genuine intelligence produces. Not examined. Understood.
She moved through a room the way weather moves — not hurrying, not announcing itself, simply arriving and making its presence felt in every corner simultaneously.
This was zya.
Not the beauty of a beginning.
The far rarer, far more devastating beauty of a woman who had already lived through everything — and was still, unmistakably,
She is a Gilf and thinking about her my heartbeats beat faster just think she in white bikni and her saggy breast full E cup and her hips.... Oh my just imagining this my dick couldn't help but become hard but my age doesn't allow it.
I rose from middle and sit look both at them with amuse expressions Neelam and Shilpa both like stars who are mortal enemies and ready to fight with brain, beauty and elegance.
I said to Neelam " Its your choice finally if you want you can be her personal secretary and become her part of life "
Neelam grin back and Said "ok its decided that I will take this job"
Shilpa pull back me in her embrace as her hard nippels rub on my back and her tongue on my neck.
"Ok now let's decide how to add Reka in our group" Neelam said with dark grin
All of you guys think how much preverted we became and what is issued with Neelam and Shilpa.
Let's go back in past after birthday party where I eat Shilpa cake .
Like a switch flip in Shilpa and Neelam they became daring and bold and awaken a attributes
Like netori, ahegao, insent, bondage and Masochism, sadism , netorase for me and shilpa
Shilpa start to wake me up nake and within house if Neelam stay or I stay she want to bondage
Shilpa also suggest sometimes to steal some neighbors housewives panties so she can fantaize about them.
One day Shilpa under table taking my small dick in her mouth and giving a blowjob suck like lolipop and Said " Vijay how much time it take to you take down That Mrs. Sharma who was 60 year old widow with saggy breast fine crow wrinkles and head full of white hair " Hearing it first I was choked my lunch after some water and seeing seriousness in her eyes I know she really want to know after some time
I replied "Shilpa as you know she was 60 year old if you want to have a way toward her valley first you have to take permission from Neelam
Second in neighbourhood evryone know about you and Neelam
So chances are slim but I will try for you"
After some days of planning I go to Mrs. Sharma garden to take a ball which I threw.
For this we decided to take leave on Thursday and Friday from school and office
In home Neelam and Shilpa was ready to execute the plan with the help of binoculars they watch how I enter in Mrs. Sharma garden and ringing bell for sometime a voice come from inside house Mrs Sharma says gate is open you can come in as I enter in house I realized the voice come from bathroom where shower was on she asked me " Yes, Vijay what is going on why you suddenly come to my humble home " I replied instantly " Grandma my ball fall in your garden so.... '
Hearing the reason she said " ok , what good child wait for while after shower we both play together " I replied OK
After a while shower running sound stop and I knew that she will come in 10 minutes but after some time there is no sound so I became curious what is going on after 5 minutes Mrs. Sharma said" Vijay, I forgot about my towel can you please help me with this "
I said " yes"
She said" in second room left side of kitchen there is a towel with some clothes can you give me " I said " Gramdma because of playing my clothes also dirty it will also dirty your clothes "
She said "its ok"
As I take clothes and towel I couldn't help but look her bra and panties which in purple color and with size of bra I can definitely say it's H Cup
After passing her clothes she comes out from bathroom wearing white loose Nighty which conceal almost her all figure but in tubelights I still see can purple boundaries
She help me to find my ball after an hour of searching we found it in bushes
Seeing sun is about to set she said "go little Vijay your parents will worried about you
Seeing time to go I avtive my cute skill and said in milky childish voice" Thank you grandma for your help " Watching me going back she said " You can come to my to play in back side there is see -saw and swing "
I nod my neck in return