I was suddenly filled with an urge to feel his wonderful cock in my mouth, and so I manoeuvered so that my head was next to his erect cock and my puss... was near his head, the invitation was clear. I took Jason in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his fat cockhead, smiling to myself as I realized I was cleaning him from our shared juices. Getting him nice and clean and ready to go again! I angled my head to take as much of his massive cock into my mouth as I could. And then I started bobbing. She had a muscular well-built dumpy body, typical of middle aged Indian women. All her children had inherited her smooth wheatish complexion. She had a mixed head of silky well-oiled gray hair, which she usually tied in a short plait. He elder son Deepak was thirty-one and had a strong lean well-muscled body. He sported a smart trim mustache. Neelima was a handsome young woman of twenty-eight, still single and career minded. She was taller and slimmer than her mother but still heavier than. I climbed the ladder and pushed aside the entry hatch and then she started handing me boxes. After a couple of them, I felt her hands on my butt cheeks and she told me that she was worried that I would fall. I finished the boxes and it was really hot up there and I was sweating like a pig when I climbed down. She noticed that I was wet from it and told me to take off my soaked t-shirt and to use her shower to wash down. Being the DUMB ASS I was, I declined the shower but she insisted and took. “I won’t tell anyone.” Cindee went off to the bathroom to finish her hair, and I started taking off my jeans. I was immediately happy I’d chosen to wear some nice lingerie instead of the boring cotton stuff I usually wear. I took off my blouse and threw it on the bed, picking up the dress and working my way into it. It fit, but just barely. It was tight, and I hoped I didn’t look too much like an overstuffed sausage. Cindee saw me and walked toward me, evaluating the dress. “Looks good,” she.