She started laughing at the victory. I pushed against her mound a little and she gasped and moaned. Her hands had come up and were beating a small t...ttoo on my chest, as if in mock protest for the torture she was suffering. As we kissed my hands moved to her hips and slowly slid her panties down to expose her very ready and waiting pussy. When I slid her panties off, I started to kiss down her body again. I stopped to kiss all around her rippling stomach. I was kneeling next to her breasts. So my hand goes down her pants and under her panties. Now back then, few women shaved their pussy, so the first thing I felt was her actually kind of trimmed bush then her pussy. Which wasn't dry, but it wasn't soaked either. And I just had to. I played with her like that a little bit and then got her clit and started rubbing that. I got a little moan out of her and I quick stopped and just waited. Nothing. So I went back to playing with her. I drove every which way but back home just to keep. I was embarrassed to share the details with him. But I also thought of it as a chance to seek suggestions from a younger generation guy to revive my sex life.I asked him, “Son, what should I do to spice up our sex life and make your mom happy?”.He answered, “Dad, make mom look sexy for you. Your mood will be set.”I liked the idea. The next week, I and my wife had to attend an official party of my boss. So, at the weekend we thought to go and purchase some new saree for her.As I went with my. He was wondering just what was in store. Was this really going to happen? Was he really going to party with Kiki and Ty Slick? Ghetto king and queen of underground porn? He knew he’d taken a risk coming all the way uptown to “Freak House” alone. Like most of these places usually were, “Freak House” was in one of the rougher areas, but was by the water and had an awesome backdrop for it’s lustful offerings. More than 20 minutes had passed, because Lee was getting a text that read WTF? You.