He moved to me and pressed his lips to mine. We were taken in that long kiss and I kept stroking his cock. He soon cramped his body and came on my fin...ers. I didn’t utter a word. Just wiped that hand on my blouse making my nipples wet and went away. He soon came from behind and embarrassed me squeezing my tits. I said “Enough baba… u r my brother …. We shouldn’t go further”. He was sad and left me. “Didi…. I showed u mine… Now u shows me urs….” I was too horny to think of something else. I just. I spent as much of the rest of the evening with her as I could, leaving to talk to potential donors, but always drawn back to her. At one point, as I was approaching, I overheard her rejecting the advances of some rich and powerful man looking to take her to bed. "I'm terribly sorry, but I have a prior engagement." she said, as he pressed her for an answer. We engaged in a lot of small talk, and, from what I gathered, she too had money to 'invest' in a college, but hadn't found the right one. I had my doubts about you at first, though I am glad to be proven wrong."Her monologue came to an abrupt end as my mother stiffened beside me, orgasming again at my deft touch. Liira emitted a sigh of satisfaction, slowing the sensation and spinning my mother's bliss out. Over her shaking shoulder, I could see the red glare of my mother's clock-radio; a full five minutes passed with her in the grip of a growing climax. Finally, her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp, passing out. Or, so I thought. I had never called my internet friend, but I did write down her phone number just in case for future reference. (Actually, I was hoping that someday the three of us might get together for some bondage fun). But, still I had not called my internet friend. Or had lunch, or anything else, with her. Of course, that explanation, to this day, is not believed. Not only was I having an affair (remember, perception is reality), but I was forcing her to do things that she did not.