Himani’s Mother: Kaisa tha? (How was it?)Himani: Acha tha (It was good).Pratik started playing with his sibling’s ass. Himani widened her eyes and...looked at him with a look of anger in her eyes and motioned him to stop. Pratik ignored her and pulled down her shorts.Himani’s mother: Kya kar rahi abhi? (What are you doing now?)Himani: Khaana bana rahi hu (Preparing meal).Then Pratik started rubbing her pussy over her panty. Himani scowled at him, begging him to stop but her body was reacting. She held the pose for a bit while John studied them."let me look up your skirt" Before she could react John got down on his haunches and pulled the girls skirt up, like he was climbing in a tent, her threw it over him as he climbed inside and marvelled at her legs and panties. "Don't mind me while I feel you up"John nor anyone on the stream could see her reaction as John moved his hands up and down her legs. He started to rub in-between her legs, her pink lace panties filling his view. He moved. He’d just walked out the door and I didn’t know what to expect. After a couple of minutes he reappeared and I think this was the first time that I’d really looked at him. He was middle aged, not tall, not short, slim for his age, with neat short hair and a small beard. “Go upstairs to the first room on the left and put on the clothes that you find on the bed.” I nodded and stood up. When I walked into the small bedroom I stopped in shock. On the bed there was a small pink dress, a pair of see. Ecstasy? Bath salts? Are you on spice?”“God, no,” I moaned. “We're just excited and horny. And Shannon's right, you're a hot-ass MILF. God, I want to fuck you, Mom. Do you feel how hard my cock is?”My new futa-dick, thrusting out of the blonde folds of my pussy, pushed against the terry cloth of my mother's house robe. My nipples rasped against the material. I felt her large breasts swelling the front of them.“You can't have sex with me!” she moaned. “I'm your mother! This is wrong! Girls! I.