It was fascinating to watch the little hole that at the start was tightly wrapped around my finger then opened in such a way that an egg could be fitt...d in without any effort. I added more Vaseline to keep up a good lubrication. I played with mom's bottom a long time, loving it, but the pressure in my cock was growing urgent so I lay over Mom and pointed the knob against the anal ring I'd been playing with and pressed gently against her bumhole. My cock slid easily inside her and my mom panted. I grabbed her face like a hungry hyena and said, “I am making love to you. (Mein tuzhe pyar kar raha hoon)”. She said, “We are siblings; how can we do this? This is not permitted in our culture. (Lekin hum to vai bahin hain hum kaise aisa karsakte hain)”. I said, “This sex is just between you and I, and today we are not like siblings; you are a sweet young sexy lady and I am a lusty young man. (Koi to nahin dekh raha hein aur hum dono az vai bahin nahin srif tum ek khoobsurat aurat ho aur main. This audience was mostly children, so at least I didn't get the leers. I was glad they weren't teens. I was well built in this body. Not quite bimbo proportions at least, but I could feel a lot of weight trying to bounce around. And I was beginning to get the hang of the high heels. I was starting to enjoy this toward the end of the show, and that scared the hell out of me. But at long last I went back inside and came out as myself, to a lot of awed little faces.We packed up the van and headed. Dave was quite taking with the young woman because not only was she just about the hottest thing he had seen since Anita, but she was smart and funny. For Dave the fourteen-hour flight from Africa to New York had always seemed endless but Dave didn’t seem to mind the long hours sitting next to this black beauty. Right before they served dinner the conversation slightly change to sex when Dave asked her did she have a boyfriend waiting back home. Julie said no, that she and the guy she had.