Mom seemed to be in her glory to be laying there naked and exposed to me with Derrick's seed planted in her. I am sure at some level she was feeling a...huge humiliation, but also the whole thing was made so natural too.People say humans are very close related to a****ls. In a tribe of baboons, or whatever; offspring will always be close enough to watch as their mothers take subsequent breedings in future years.I don't know if watching a baboon mother get gang-fucked can be as exciting to their. It was hard for her to believe me but that was the truth and she believed me eventually.One Sunday evening I was watching some Indian porn and I got her text asking what am I doing. I replied, “Watching an Indian movie.” She understood that I was watching porn.Now she showed her bold move and told me that when she is present, why do I need to watch porn? This line made me horny and we started having sex chat at that time. Later we did video sex chats for a few days while chatting she told me. She nodded. We had already finished the drinks. We got up, Steve was somewhat disappointed.“Where? Guys? Are you not enjoying?” Saima smiled, “We will be back.” It was again a surprise to me. How did she say we will be back. Anyway, we continued and went to a corner. Without saying anythingSaima looked into my eyes and started unbuttoning me. She took off my shirt and then unbuckled my belt and started stripping me.Inside me, I wanted this to happen so I could not resist. She took off all the. Pure white skin, in contrast with her rich green tunic, stretched the length of her body, and she matched the robe with the brilliant envy-green of her large eyes. Long brown hair tumbled in tresses, hiding the soft curve of her breast, but even that curtain couldn’t hide the vase-like shape of her form. She’d been told she was beautiful—oh yes—by the men (and women) of the court, perfume flowing from their soft skin as they spoke. Sylvia wasn’t interested in perfumes and soft furs. As she.