She closes her eyes and breathes in his scent. ‘You smell like him now. It makes me dislike you less, Mr. Blume. I should thank you for the opportun...ty to use his things again, I used to enjoy giving him a shave.’ She leans back and takes one of his hands, drawing him forward in the chair and then to his feet. There’s a bit of escaped shaving lather on the collar of his shirt. ‘You are a bit taller than he was, I think. No muscle on you, though. He was built like a stallion.’ Her fingers deftly. She turned slightly and cocked one leg. Then she turned away from him and looked at him over her shoulder.He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He walked closer to her and said “Hi. I hope you don’t mind. You are just so lovely that I couldn’t resist taking your picture.”She giggled a little and said “Not at all. I always wanted to be a model. How do you want me to pose?”He started to tell her different poses he wanted her to assume. He really had no idea what he was doing, he just knew he had. It was so tight, his asshole clenched around my finger, and the tip of my finger started throbbing in the rhythm of my heart beat. He rubbed his eyes again and briefly he lifted his head up and looked around. ‘Where are we?’ He speech was still slurred. ‘What’s happening? Who are you? I...’ He moaned as I flicked my tongue around his cock. I didn’t answer, I just kept on blowing him while fingering his asshole. He grabbed his head with his hand and laid back down on the jacket. ‘Fuck it.’ He. Sarita put her pallu on her head and sat on the bed. She told me that 25 years ago papa ne use unhii kapdo pahli baar chakhha tha aur aaj uska punar janam hai. She again touched my feet and asked me for ashirwaad. I was feeling like a man, I picked her up and kissed her like crazy. Sarita ke hothh kitne meethe the phir ham done bed pe let gaye.Mujhe yakeen nahi aaraha tha ki mai apnii maa ke saath so raha tha, mera lund ekdum khada hogaya tha. Maine sarita ke bade bade momme ko dabaya aur phir.