}I scrolled down until I found pictures of me. Most were from my portfolio. He had evidently helped himself to it, scanned, and saved the pictures. So...e were rather provocative but all were in good taste and there was no nudity. But as I went on, I found more photos of myself. These were pictures of me that my husband had taken in the privacy of our bedroom. At first there were just a few facial shots.Then as I scrolled down, there were pictures of me in negligees, lace under garments and in. She then slid the jar to the woman in front of me who also took a large handful of the gooey stuff. Almost in unison, the two women began gently spreading the slippery substance over the entire length of their assigned penises, being careful not to leave any uncovered areas that could cause friction and pain later on. Once assured that they had completely lubricated our members, they applied a thorough coating of the jelly to the asses of the two women who waited patiently for the coming. Then the swamiji entered the room, my moms face was glowing seeing him, I never saw such a glow in my mom’s strict face. Even he gave a sarcastic smile. He was tall and strong. He was around 35 yrs. He had long hair and his body was like a beast with heavy hair. Then my mom asked me to leave. I was surprised. The temple seemed to be abandoned and there were no equipment or pooja materials around the room for doing pooja. Then what the hell is this guy going to do with my mom? was the question. She started rolling her fingers through my hair lovingly.I drew her milk and deliberately touched her nipple with my tongue to put some more pressure onto it. She used to pull my hair stronger and rub my back when I did so. I squeezed her nipple between my tongue and nipple and rolled my tongue all over her nipple.My cock was actively standing out by then and it was pushing my shorts as always. My right hand held onto it and started covering it. Out of habit, my forefinger pressed onto it but.