Then moving my hand under my face, hooking my fingers into my panties and pressing them against your opening&hellip, almost instantly pushing my panty...clad fingers deep into your pussy, curling my fingers up towards your tummy and scratching my panties against your g-spot&hellip, spontaneously moaning into your clit, then flicking my tongue back and forth over it&hellip, Glancing up, noticing your breathing is picking up again. I work my fingers in your pussy as fast as I can, leaving them. ..mmm.', she was mumbling. My cock was really hard now and I started fondling it through my underwear. My mouth became dry and my heart was pounding fast. Then my mom slowly opened her eyes. First she was squinting, but then she looked at me with an expression of horror and almost screamed, 'OH SHIT!' I froze. I had no idea what to say or do, then almost ran to my room and got into my bed. A few minutes passed with my heart and mind racing. My hardon was still there and I couldn't get the image. His name is Prasanth. And his wife’s name is Sri Latha. I used to feel about them like my family. That is the mistake I have made.Almost 9 years back, when my age was 20, this incident happened. It was Friday, and I just came from my college. My friends were making plans about going out with their boyfriends. Then the doorbell rang. It was Srilatha aunty. She was somewhat worried and in some tension.I asked what the matter was. She said, “Sandy, Please don’t mind. My mother is in a critical. Her melon size breasts were not huge. They were about as large as one could have and not sag without a bra. Mr. Sommers watched as her breasts jiggled; two bounces per step. What a sight.He had seen her daughter; kind of a Kendall Jenner look-alike. She was beautiful, but in many ways, not a match for her mother.Jennifer's appearance seemed to be a bit of a contradiction. On the one hand, the wire-rimmed glasses and tight hair-pulled back hairdo seemed to fit her work as a curator. On the other.