But then, the crossing of legs and the dangle of the High Kitten Heeled Pump gave way to that Sheer Foot and Reinforced Heel of the Stocking. I was me...merized. I had to feel them. I had to touch them. But how? Go into my moms stocking drawer? Okay, now what? Try them on? Okay, now what? By the time they got pulled up near my crotch, I had a raging hard on now turning colors I had never seen. I had no idea what was happening and then it happened. I never forgot that day. I never forgot that. What?s your name, dear, mine?s Francesca.? ?My wife calls me Debbie, but at work I am known as Derek.??Just let me ease your knickers off, Debbie, then we can start on your shirt.?Once more a gentle touch. ?Now don?t sit up, Debbie; you may have neck injuries. I shall have to cut this shirt off. We can?t take it over your head.? My shirt and camisole were slit up the sides and the pieces consigned to the waste bin, then I felt Francesca unlatching my bra. ?I think I?ll slip this and. Send yours comments and feedback to “”. I am Vijay,age 22, I am from Chennai,complete BE and now working in a small company and I also an part time masseur.my mom name is Lakshmi,age39 her bra size 42c and panty 100cm. She looks like serial actress and fat.na en ammava chinna vayasula irunthae sight adipan na 12 vayasula irunthu Kai adipan..ipa varaikum na daily Kai adipan ammava ninaichu.. na amma appa ellam bedroom la keela thaan thounguvom amma naduvula padupanga..Na enga bathroom doorla. I knelt before her and burying my tongue in her open wound fed on her pussy. I brought her to the brink of orgasm and breaking off strolled off to run her bath, she just stood rooted to the spot waiting for the climax that never came......The deep bubble bath awaited and leading Mistress by the hand she gingerly stepped into the steamy mass. I slowly stripped as she looked on. Opening each button of my shimmer blouse slowly and with precision. I let the blouse fall to the floor and loosening my.