Once I got home, domestic drudgery would take over, even with the flat empty, there was a multitude of domestic chores to do and this fleeting moment ...f drinking wine with a beautiful young attractive girl would be another memory to store in the ‘would have, should have, could have’ section of my brain.As I paid the bill, I decided I didn’t want her to go.“Have you been up to the Castle?” I asked, “We should go up and see the view.”“No I haven’t, I’d love that,” she replied and together we. Now its my turn to share. Mom is waiting in her room. I think we should head there”…In disbelieve I asked prabitha, “do you know what you’re asking? She’s your mom. She’s my premila aunty. I know I am a horny bastard but your mom?”. Secretly I was jumping in joy. All those months ogling premila’s perfect body coming to fruition. Yes I know I am a greedy mofo.Prabitha replied, “why don’t you just go with the flow. I know you’ve been salivating and masturbating on us girls inner wear. Mom’s. I won’t say it was a set up, but it has obviously been laughed over during a girly drinks party and Sharon had decided to put me on the spot. She was gorgeously pretty I have to say, probably in her early twenties and not one of the obvious girls in the office to make the move. What she suggested involved us going to the stock room together. Yes, I know, real corny.I couldn’t think of a reason for not going, but I was worried. She would presumably be wanting a screw and didn’t imagine she’d. Leo raised himself up, unbuttoned his shirt hastely. He quickly undid his belt, flashing seductive smiles at Laila, who bit her botton lip and whose hand began stroking Leo's groin. He loved it. He then seized Laila, and pulled her on his knees, as he kneeled on the sofa, Laila sat astride, her legs around his middle, her arms around him. They tongued eachother, eyes closed, and Laila whimpered as he stroked and kissed his neck. He tugged at the zip on the back of her dress; Laila kneeled up.