I think the temperature dial is broken. It's way too hot."Will opened the oven door, and a bloom of heat rose up to meet his face, accompanied by some...black smoke. He recoiled and held his hand out in front of his face."Jeez. That thing's a frickin' fusion reactor."He peeked into the oven cavity, where the skin of the turkey had turned the color of charcoal."What did you set the heat to? Five hundred and fifty? I didn't even realize ovens could get that hot." No, I had it set to three. After a while she came back to her sons room. She had her dresses in her hand. Raj asked “Mom, are you going to take bath in my room?” She replied “Ya dear, there is some problem in the shower in my bath room”. He said “Fine mom”. Then she kept her blouse and her saree on the bed in which Raj was sitting, as she went to bath. She took the bra and petticoat with her. After 15 minutes she came back from bath. By that time Raj had finished his coffee and was just sitting on the bed.Nalini was. The hard nipples pushing out. The room was comfortably warm, and heat radiated from the fireplace. The hard points on her chest were from excitement.He stared at her, and she averted her eyes, looking down."Remove your skirt and your shoes," he said evenly. His voice revealed neither eagerness nor anxiety nor excitement. It was level and steady.She kicked off her shoes and felt her feet sink into the deep carpet. Reaching behind herself, she lowered the zipper. She looked into his eyes as she. It was deliberate and weirdly vulgar as it swished her skin and hairy parts in a second drenching spray. Sopping and dank and lank long pubes between her exposed thighs. This sort of activity needed the cover of night. It was dark and dirty but very nice. Her spread pussy clammy wet. A slight ammonia smell drifting and straying to all their nostrils. Acrid but sought; the smell and the sight building pleasurable delight.“Listen carefully…you may cream my arse….no hymen to be checked there”.