Tasting her pussy juice I grow larger. I slide a finger inside of her and hear her breathing quicken. I slide it inside of her deep and I twist so my ...alm is facing up and I curl my finger. I then uncurl, twist again and pull back out all in one motion. Doing this continuously drives her crazy and she begs me for more. Not wanting to disappoint I slide a second finger into her. She’s so tight she gives off a soft moan and quinces a bit. I push both of them deep inside her and I curl them both. As he gave me a kiss, I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands in appropriate places when I visited him for lunch that day. He just looked so delicious in a suit. Delicious in the sense that I desired to slowly strip the suit off and do dirty things to him. Maybe, just maybe… I woke up a little later that morning. I made my coffee, got clothed and made up nicely. I wore a knee-length leather skirt with buttons all the way down, a white blouse that left the perfect amount of my. I admit I loved watching her. It was such a turn on. She fingered her nipples, she tweaked them and then she spoke, breaking the silence. "Mom, I have a confession." My eyes moved from her breasts reluctantly. "What..is it, sweetheart?" "I don"t want you to get mad because this is hard for me to say but I think...I might be a lesbian, mom." I smiled to my daughter. "Honey, why would I be mad? It's completely natural. When I was your age I was confused about my sexuality but then I learnt I was. I too was enjoying the sensation, especially because I knew the intent was far from innocent – in delicious anticipation I was waiting to see what his next move would be. To encourage him further, I pretended that I was so sleepy that I put my head on his lap. Now my face was just a few inches away from the bulge in his dhoti I could feel the heat emanating from him and was waiting with bated breath to feel his next moves. I didn’t have to wait long – his right hand reached behind me and gently.