Roger came near her and extended his hand. Ravi egged her saying 'Have a dance'.Mala slid her hand in Rogers. He held it softly and pulled her up. Mal... got up and straightening her sari took a few steps forward.Roger put one hand on her shoulder and the other gently on her waist. Mala did the same. They slowly started dancing. Roger gradually set the pace and Mala danced to his tunes.Roger tightened his hold on her waist. Mala stepped a shade closer to him. Roger exerted more pressure and drew. She was wearing white sandals, with straps that went up further than I could see. Her dress was white as well, and leather. It was nearly floor length, however it was two distinct pieces, a front and a back. There were white grommets all along the sides and tops of each piece. A thin white leather strap was wrapped through the grommets on her waist, connecting the two pieces over her hips and then coming down her side to about mid-thigh.The top was a separate piece, white leather again, a. I felt it probing my entrance. I had to feel him inside of me. I wanted cock! My son's cock! Now!I pushed down, feeling him gliding into me. I had not had a man there in many years and I swear that my juices were immediately flowing. The feeling was unbelievable. My son's cock! Moving with ease into the depths of my wetness. Down I pushed further. As our mouths stayed glued together, sucking wildly, Donnie began moaning constantly. I pulled my hips back up and then fucked them back down and his. Aray batao naa … Wo dobara boli. Mien nay apni tamam himmat jama ki aur bola yeh pump mummon say extra doodh nikalnay kay liey hai… Hehehe… Wo hansi, bas itni si baat, aur tum aesay sharma rahay ho, bachpan mein to baray khaila kartay thay meray mummon say. Mein chup raha, wo uthi aur meray pass aa gai aur pump meray haath say lay kay apnay seenay pay laga kay boli , ab pata nahin issay use kaisay kartay hain. Meri shalwaar kay andar say mera lan khara honay laga. Wo boli zara batana to issay.