Shivani: You know my son Rahul? He is adopted.Kavita: Really?Shivani: Yes, I lost my husband and unborn child in a car accident. I somehow survived th... accident. After the accident, I was depressed without any purpose to live on. I didn’t want to get remarried, and my parents were very worried about me. They suggested that I adopt a child. That is how Rahul came into my life. He was 1.5 years old when I adopted him.Kavita: This is your big secret.?Shivani: No, the secret is that this baby is. My cock is hard and ready. You begin flirting with it, rubbing your wet pussy against its tip. ‘I was naughty, Daddy.’ ‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ You are breathing harder. You push against my cock and it slides into you easily. ‘I was trying on sexy clothes and I – I let Lynn touch me.’ ‘Did you like it?’ ‘Yes, Daddy. I did. I confess I did like it.’ You are fucking me beautifully now. ‘– and I watched a young man stroke himself and come.’ You are fucking me harder. I know you are on. I've already got two fantastic and beautiful girlfriends, and my life is perfect."My sisters laughed happily, and accepted my comment in amusement. A week ago they would've indignantly denied that connection, and told me off for embarrassing and annoying them. Things were progressing nicely.After we'd left the store, Donna and Carol started teasing me for being shy with the assistant.I disagreed, "I wasn't the least bit shy. I've got too many other very important things to do over the next few. I started getting attracted to her beautiful body. I started craving to undress her, see her nude, touch her fair skin, kiss every inch of her voluptuous motherly body. It all started not a long ago when my father passed away. In order to bring money in the home, my mother decided to take up tailoring, specifically stitching of blouses, as a job. So as to learn it first she approached a ladies tailor named Raja. He was old 55+, black, bald guy. He agreed to teach her but he suggested my mother.