Depending on how tired I was I'd give varying degrees ofeffort to create the illusion of enthusiasm. I had every intent toimprove with each session, a... I was aware I needed to, like I hadmused. I'm just not sure I knew how.At least it didn't hurt any more.We were building on a routine newly established. I did not want tocontemplate that this was now to be my forever. One day at a time wasthe goal at the moment. What made things all the more tolerablethough, even if it caused me a little guilt. I lifted off me and stood over me for a second, her juices dripping out, I quickly got up and moved my mouth to lick them off her thighs and then lapped at her pussy. Tamara bent over and looking round at me whispered, please fuck my arse. I took hold of my cock and gently pushed it I to her arse, rubbing some of her cum around her arse hole made it so slippery that it went in a bit easier. Her pussy was tight but her arse was much much tighter and we were both taken back at first until our. It was that inopportune moment, figuring to go for broke, that I reached into my jacket laying next to me in the booth and handed the small bow-wrapped present across the table to my mother. She looked at me angrily as she opened it, strangely not looking surprised at the expensive lingerie set I had purchased for her. She immediately closed the box and tried to hand it back across the table to me.“Its yours mother, I want you to keep it.”She looked at me angrily and set it on the table between. Prabha got a good part time job nearby looking after older ladies who had come to attend a marriage. She told me that instead of morning, she would work nights. I welcomed it, thinking that I might get some pussy. I was not wrong. And when the pussy came so much of it came.That night she made mussels for dinner and I, as usual, fondled her breast while she was making it and while we were eating it. My passionate pleas for her to sleep at home as it dangerous outside at night and go early.