I could not control myself. She was so beautiful. Her breast though not very huge, were medium. The nipples were pinkish and hard. Her stomach was so ...lat. Down under, she was not shaven. I can say that there was a small forest there. All these made me hot. Suddenly Diya noticed me. She was actually shocked to see me there. I went inside and caught hold of her hands. She shouted at me to get out. I said sorry to her and said that I would not repeat it again. But she did not stop shouting. I did. She asked me to check if she was having a fever and I touched her forehead reluctantly. It was evident that she was running a temperature. I told her to sit and rest.She felt like throwing up, and so she went to the washbasin. I was holding her and accidentally, I brushed her hips and boobs! It was so arousing. She puked a little on her saree, and so she had to wipe it off with water. I told her I will get a juice for her, and left her alone for a while.When I was walking away from the. “I love you, too ... Master, but please call me Vicky,” Mom reminded me.“Touche. Vicky ... I love you. We’ve done it, haven’t we? We’re lovers now. Not the faithful kind, of course, but lovers nonetheless,” I declared, causing Mom to cry a little now.“What is it, Vicky?” I asked Mom now.“You’re the first man who’s ever loved me enough to really forgive me and give me a chance to atone. You’re also the first man who’s ever loved me enough to claim me for eternity, to want to spend forever with. Protecting her real name, I will just refer to the now GILF as "Kat". Kat always wore a very long dress but nine times out of ten, she wore a low cut top along with her dress to church. There were times that I would walk into the kitchen during potluck and she would bend over to take food out of the oven and I would see her big voluptuous Double D breasts cleavage and part of her bra as she bent forward picking things up. After church was over, I would go home and masturbate imagining what I.