This morning she had woken me. She loved to caress my hair, twisting the long curls in her fingers. It felt good, half awake, my mom’s warm body nex... to mine while she played with my hair. With her other hand she cupped my scrotum, gently hefting the weight of it in her warm hand. I loved it when she held my balls. I almost always woke up with an erection, and the attention she gave me quickly caused my dick to tent the bedcovers. Finally she spoke. “Good morning, sweetie.” “G’morning, mom,” I. Usne keha kisi ko prepose ase kerte hai shayed tume malum nahi kisi ladki ko kais perpose kerte hai keha muje malum hai kel 12 baje tum mere yeha aana veha mai Tume batuga kaisse perpose kerte hai or mai ghar ja ker kal ka intzar kerne laga sari raat jag ker kati kyu ki kal mai use chodne wala tha or mera land tha ki bathne ka naam hi nahi le reha tha agle din 12 baje se pehle hi vo aagai or maine use ek rose diya or keha mai tum se bahut pyar kerta hu or usne keha mai to shadi dhuda hu to. ’ She turned to watch Orlando lift the T-shirt over his head and throw it on the floor. She loved to watch him take off his clothes. Seeing his chest, his dark nipples and the muscles of his flat belly made her clench inside. It made her clit harden and her nipples swell against her robe. ‘Turn back around!’ She turned back to the mirror at his soft command. He ran his hands along the silken arms of the robe. ‘Lift your arms.’ She did and couldn’t resist twining them behind her to rest on his. She started to get her book out while I sat in my chair making up a few cones, Trish saw me and smiled excitedly, “Ooh sir, can we share one sir, I don’t mind having one sir” she sighed and I remembered how relaxed she got yesterday.She got on with her homework which she had told wasn’t much and I must say she looked sweet sitting there, her thin white blouse all untucked from her little black pleated shirt and her little white ankle socks were divine.I was transfixed watching her and every now.