.Her lips where so soft. She lick my tongue... the mix of wine and her saliva was exquisite. I put my right hand over her naked waist. Her top covered...a little over her belly button… no bra…We open our eyes. She looked at me and say wow... and I felt like in heaven... She let me enter. I close the door behind me and I saw her walking to pick a glass for me. I couldn't take my eyes from her ass. She turn around and saw me looking... she's smile and asked if I like her jeans... and I smile with a. I decided on a short sleeveless blouse that showed part of my tits at the armpits, blue summer sari that I tied rather tight and a nice pair of white heels. No bra or panties underneath. If I was going to have an adventure, I was going to do it right. That day at work I turned more than a few heads, and I must admit that I was enjoying the attention. As I was leaving the office for lunch Prakash fell into step beside me. “Suman, you are absolutely without a doubt the sexiest woman that works. We’re gonna spend all day exploring Paris.” I looked at her questioningly. “Well, ok. If you insist.” It was about 9:00 when everything was settled. We both changed and decided to go for a walk in the city streets, see if we could find anything fun. We ended up stopping at a café near the Eiffel Tower and sharing a nice meal and dessert topped off with a bottle of wine. To end the meal, we decided to walk around more, wandering the city streets. We both oohed and aahhed, acting like the. But...you are actually not my mother...how can I call you mom?!'. Preetha said emphatically 'I filled your belly with the milk of my body, which makes me your Mom. I am your mom so stop addressing me as an unknown lady. You shall henceforth address me with love, as a son should address his mom, okay?'. Salim nodded his head in meek acceptance. Preetha pulled his body a bit more downwards and pressed her other full breast on his mouth. She said mockingly '... Now say, mom - give me milk!'. With.