I ran my hand over it a few times. It felt so nice. I lifted her skirt up and her smooth, glistening outer lips were at eye level to me. I kept on str...king them. My cock was tenting my board shorts. "Mum you are naughty your not wearing any panties, you know it turns me on. I'm going to take your skirt and top off and you can walk around naked. I want to have a good perve on you and play with my cock." Now who is being a naughty boy mmmmmm? You want me to do all the housework in the nude with. They noticed my still shocked expression and then the one that held the dildo, raised it in my direction, glistening with girl juice, and she gave me a very evil grin...I'm not ashamed to say, knowing how wild this one was, that I jumped up and ran for the bedroom locking myself in to the hilarious laughter of the others!Never had I experienced anything like this or knew of anyone that had – except in porno flicks!Over the next few months remaining of the snow skiing season, there were several. Well, then it was bingo – I had her just where I wanted her. Of course I was all apologies when we woke up in bed together the following morning, she was more than a little upset that she’d cheated on her old man. But a little more of my magic brew in the coffee I made her, and she quietened down a little. I knew that she’d enjoyed herself in bed that night – no matter how much she claimed otherwise – and I knew that it would be a few months before we got together again. Experience had taught. I didn’t want to seem like a perv.Then next evening i went to her house to return the shirt, duly washed & ironed. She opened the door wearing a regular salwar-kameez, an apron & a karchee in a hand. Looked cute.Me : “Hi. Just wanted to drop of the shirt & thank you ”S: ” Oh please. Come in come in. Leave the shirt on the dining table. I’m cooking dinner”Me : ” I’ll take your leave”S : “Arre have a tea or coffee at least.”The atmosphere was open & not formal at all anymore.Me: ” Looking the.