She was wearing plain white bra and panties while I was in plain white T-shirt and jockey shorts. There was a significant difference, however. She did...’t have a seven inch pole tenting her panties. Kathleen saw my erection and said, “Don’t get hopeful.” It wouldn’t have mattered much. We kissed for a few minutes before she stood up and got dressed. She told me stay the way I was while she got us a couple of cokes. Twenty minutes later she had not returned. I peeked out from the bushes and saw. My dad told me not to. I should have listened.I thought it was impossible because ... well, you see, the county prosecutor is his cousin. Oh, and the county Judge is his uncle. And that's not the best part, either! No, on top of all that, his father had to be the county Sheriff. He himself was a deputy, too. Oh, it was awesome, let me tell you!But that was before I met Mark. Mark was an attorney. He was a really nice guy, and we had gotten along wonderfully. He would have been the perfect. Now everyone understood why she went to the bathroom. She innocently explained to them, that bra is very uncomfortable while sleeping so she took it off.So we were sitting and chatting, and Amma’s pallu was still down, revealing her massive, fleshy mountains. A little bit of her areola on her left breast was coming out. A lassi vendor was passing by, Ramesh bought everyone lassi. He paid him and sent him away. While handing Prasad his lassi, a little bit spilled on mom’s blouse and boobs and. As the lights flickered, I had full view of her reaching down and playing with her little pink clit, which turned me on even more. I watched her touch herself and I grabbed her breasts as her pussy clamped down on me, bringing me even closer. She felt every inch of me and I felt every bit of her as we fucked.“I’m getting close, fuck, should I pull out?” I mumbled, hoping she’d let me finish inside her.“No need, I’m on the pill,” she shared, which made me feel better about cumming inside.