Main- Are tumhara pati aisa sab nahi karta kya.Revati kept quite on that. Mujhe samjha nahi ki woh gussa hui, naraz hui ya aur kya hua, but woh chup h... gayi. Usne evening mein bhi mujhse baat nahi ki.Next day maine usko sorry kaha. Mujhe laga ki shayad maine kuch bola uske wajah se to nahi. Toh usne bola, “Aap kyon sorry bol rahe ho, aisa kuch nahi hai.”Main- Tum baat nahi kar rahi thi to mujhe laga ki mujhpe gussa ho gayi.Woh kuch bolna chah rahi thi par bol nahi pa rahi thi. Ye uske chehre se. Did you notice? I see you getting wetter the more I work on this area of your body, and decide I need to calm myself down. Gently I ease down both legs so they are back on the table. I come to your head, and begin to rub your shoulders. Working my palms in circular motions, pressing into your flesh, your lips emit a soft moan. Up your neck, and back down to shoulders, I move my hands closer to the towel covering your chest. One at a time, in alternating fashion, I press down, sneaking. They were amazingly open and honest with each other; something many mothers and daughters failed to be. Cindy had been careful so far (or so she had hoped) to be very 'discrete' about her relationship with Willis. He had been a good neighbor; occasionally checking in on her mother to see if he could help her with anything needed doing. Though the fact that he was black had not been welcome with some of her other family members (her husband being the most vocally against it), Willis had become. Bobby says “good idea” while leading me to the bathroom. Soapy sexy fun ensues. We also get clean.Once we are dry Bobby leads me to his bedroom. He comments that if Jean were home she would love to watch us. “We have done that 5 or 6 times. I have watched her with temporary lovers as well.”I kneel down for a warm-up bj. Bobby enjoys my slurping for several minutes. He pulls me up for a kiss. I take his dick inserting the tip into my always horny shaven mound.“Miss Z, that feels very good..