Oh, really? Good for you! Nicely done, honey. Um, you know, I dont know. Let me ask. Hold on. Linda looked over at Jackson. My husband wants to know i... you have dinner plans. Well, I did, but Ann Richards cancelled on me, so I guess not. Linda smiled and turned back to the phone. No, hes free. Sure, well be there shortly. She flipped her phone closed. Youre having dinner with us, okay? I should warn you that my kidneys have no resale value. Too much drinking in college. Linda laughed loudly. I replied “I am Soumya….Tell your mom that I reached hostel.OK? See You Later.Bye.I said”OK”.and that was it….. nothing more. She disconnected the call.I got desperate. I knew that my feelings were not right. A much older women…. But what to say…….I was simply got addicted to that beautiful piece of opposite sex. Slowly I got into sleep. It was 8pm when my mom called me to wake up and study. I was not in a mood for study. But did something and had lunch at 9.30pm and went to bed.My mind was. Hands like shovels remember…) inside. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse at times to ensure there was as little discomfort as possible. Now I have to admit, that I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if I had squirted (happened before with Eeyore – google it its possible) while he gently fingered my arse. Anyway, sensing no aversion to the idea, he slowly withdrew his fingers and took hold of the base of his. “Are you okay honey?” mom said completely unaware of what was happening. “I’m fine”, she said struggling to hold back an orgasm, “my food is just a little spicy that’s all”. I decided to turn it up a notch. I picked my speed fingering her and then used my thumb to rub her clit; she started shaking a little and bit her bottom lip to keep quiet. I guess she couldn’t take it anymore and got up and sort of jogged to the bathroom without saying a word. “I guess the food must have really gotten to.