I said,;i couldn’t ask and why don’t u tell me once now u r also a doctor.she seriously asked that u want to learn it; i said,;yes off course if u...tell me;she said its not that easy to teach u with out practice.;then i said ,;u can just tell me ,how to hold the injunction and where to give it. She gave a sigh and said ,;ok’i knew that she had got the touch of my hard dick in her hips and i required just little work to lay her .she was wearing black shalwar qameez.her qameez was sleeveless and. . need something..." she gasps between kisses. I move up, to my knees, and she rolls over to look at my throbbing cock. "You can't tell anyone about this..." she whispers. "Of course!" I respond, already thinking of typing this up.She puts her lips around me and starts to suck, her tongue working me as I grab the bed frame with one hand. Within a minute I'm ready to explode. My breathing quickens as she keeps working me with her mouth, while tweaking her nipples with one of her hands and. So it's time I got up and convey what I am sure my husband expects to hear.So I donned my rattiest robe and shakily went into the kitchen. I poured a cup of coffee. Then I silently sat down without meeting his eyes. After a long couple of minutes I mumbled an apology while looking into my cup.James quickly stood and went to me, kneeling and hugging me."Don't put this all on you Claudette." he said lamely trying to share any blame.For the next few days, James acted like I was an emotionally. I released Ma’s tit and brought my left hand around to assist in my anal reverie. Holding Ma’s cheeks apart, I tentatively pressed my long finger against the back of her pubes again, soaking up the artificial lubrication there, and dragged it up and over her crinkly asterisk. Again, no rebuke, not even a response except for a minor twitch.Thrilled, I passed over Ma’s rosebud, paused for a meaningful press, then circled my fingertip around its outer rim. Ma released a long sigh that ended.