But in between time on our door bell rang so mom trying to fix Saree and go to open the door so I don’t feel well and after I don’t get chance and...I cant control myself so in night my mom and dad sleeping so I slowly enter the room and sleep with mom and take blanket of mom and after watch me to sleep me she angry and tell me in my ear “you don’t have to come here wait for morning but I cant ” I tell mom that I cant so mom get that I can’t go so tell me that do yourself but don’t make voice so. Louis the next following weekend. Wild horses couldn't keep me away, I promised.Despite the fact that Lindsey had pretty much given me carte blanche to give the lovely widow a test drive, I resisted her increasing direct advances for over a week until the Thursday evening before I was to leave and visit Lindsey. Marsha had tried nearly every trick in the book on me with only minimal results. I'd given up trying to avoid kissing her in the mouth, it never worked anyway ... and she was a very. "Mmmm, well look who thinks he's in charge." Ignoring her I grabbed her cotton gym shorts, pulling them over her plump ass and down to her knees in one motion.I then spread her cheeks wide apart, took a second to view my prize, and ran my nose and tongue up and down the crack of her ass."Oh Fuck!" she cried out.Pressing deeper in to her ass, I lapped at it like a dog in heat. Her scent was pungent, earthy and sweaty from the run she took earlier. Her scent was . . . pure heaven. Like a man. My hands ran over her nice tanned legs and butt. I slipped my hand into her skirt, scooted her thong aside and slipped two fingers into her pussy. It was already nice and dripping for me just the way I liked it. I started finger-fucking her hard and she moaned and arched against me. ?Why don’t you take off your sweater, sluts should me naked,? I said?But master some of the girls are still here,? she answered.I raised my hand to slap her but she started unbuttoning her sweater. I smiled in.