Perhaps it was the extra time in front of the mirror or the way she dressed. It was unseasonably cool that evening and Mrs. Jackson was dressed in a p...rfect fitting pair of blue jeans made her ass look tight and scrumptious. A tight fitting Kansas Jayhawks tee shirt enhanced her b-cups breasts making them appear like two perfect small apples on her chest. She wore calf high heeled boots that accented her slim legs.As they happy couple approached Fred's college friends hand in hand; there were. Those girls and guys who haven’t read my previous stories are requested to read them and enjoy. I’m sure you’ll enjoy shagging. I’ve had many experiences with women from various walks of life, from teenagers to middle-aged aunties and from fair to dusky ones.I loved each and every encounter and it had a totally different feeling every time. I will tell you in the subsequent stories about all of those. So coming straight to the story. It’s about my former house maid Lakshmi. I said former. I put on a robe as I was walking down stairs. I found mom sitting at the table crying. "Mom, Mom! what's wrong? You know what's wrong. I fucked my own son! I was wrong in telling you to sleep in my room, I knew what would happen. I sat next her, "Mom you said yourself, you play with toys instead of replacing dad. I admire that. Last night you were in need of love, something you haven’t had since dad died. Mom I love you! In a totally different way too!" She started laughing. Mark, we can't let. ”Annie put down her things in the living room and took a look around. There was a fully equipped kitchen and dining area, which was impressive, had Annie any intention of cooking. Even more impressive though, was the view out the large windows in the main living area. The view over the mountains was truly breathtaking, with sun perched almost majestically over the wisps of clouds that skimmed the snow-capped mountaintops.“It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” Jeff asked as he snuck up behind.