She enjoyed foreign holidays especially in the Far East and was a beautician by profession in business with another girl offering a mobile bridal hair... make-up and manicure service. She added that she still has her own regular clients for manicures and pedicures and I expressed a real interest in her service. She gave me one of her business cards and invited me to call her anytime. We ended our chat by giving each other an innocent kiss on the cheek and agreed that all being well we’d meet up. “Talk dirty to me, Rajani…” He squeezed me there brutally. I choked. He ignored my pleas and had my my bust crushing in his powerful hands. “Oooh Rakesh…..please…..no..noo.nooooh..” He started unhooking my blouse. The sheer sight of my son stripping me made me so hot that I smooched him real hard again and again. Now my boobies sprang in my black bressier. A dark prominent mole shinned near my cleavage. “Liked it?” I asked my son taking my hands back to unstrap my bra. My bust potruded out. She was crying so i had to reassure her i wasnt flirting.She was drunk and it wasnt gettin in to her head so i stood her up off the toilet and started kissing her.She was reluctant at first but got into it pretty quick.So i slipped my hand down her jeans and her pussy was so wet my finger slipped in straight away and she let out a moan.I couldnt get another finger in cause her jeans wer so tight so she pulled open the buttons and pulled them down.I was able to get another finger in and within. Excitement spread through the car and we began talking about all of the things we would get to do over the weekend. We hopped out of the car into a bright sunny day and an endless expanse of trees and wilderness around us. Being good scouts (well, at least in our parent’s eyes) we began setting up tents and the camp. Alex and I quickly found two other friends of ours, J.D. and Matt. They had been waiting for us because we were planning on piling the four of us into one large 8 man tent. .