She whispered in my ear that she was not sleepy at all and wanted to talk.Me: Ok but I don’t wanna disturb Daman.Renu: ok we won’t talk loud. Bhai...a do you mind if I hug you?Me: No of course I don’t.She turned towards me and slipped her arms around my chest and hugged me tightly. I felt her small boobs on my chest. My dick was throbbing in the space between her legs and touching her there at this point. I wondered how she wasn’t even worried about whether Daman had fallen asleep or not. But. Rathore sir ek mature aadmi the. Unki age around 52 thi. Woh ex-army the isliye is umar mein bhi ek dam fit the.Mummy ne usdin ek cream color ki saree aur sleeveless blouse pehna tha aur baal khule rakhe the. Unki lipstick thodi dark thi. Unhone ek tight bra pehan rakhi thi jiski wajah se unke kadak boobs bahar ki taraf jhaank rahe the.Ab Rathore sir aur mummy ne bat karna start kiya.Rathore sir – Leela ji, aapko to pata hi hai, aapko kyun bulaya gaya hai.Mummy – Ji, Kartik maths mein fail ho. He left it there, leaving me full inside, while he sprawled on the bed and licked my lips and diddled my clit.I was ready to shatter after a few short minutes of his softly insistent tongue, the silky saliva, the pads of the fingers holding my pubis taut; and the pincers of his nails and his pointed teeth, but, as he refused me permission to let go, I closed my eyes and fought the orgasm back. Hands balled into fists, I beat at the sheets as I restrained the force that yearned to burst. It was. A normal male would feel raw animal desire. A wish to strip her of her clothing and fuck her until she screamed for mercy - - or more for that matter. I realized, in an inwardly humiliating way, that this was not at all what I was feeling. I didn't want to fuck her. I wanted get fucked like her. I wanted to be her. To own those incredible breasts, to laugh an easy laugh and have every man in the bar look at me. To giggle girlishly, exposing my flat belly for the world to see and desire, while I.