I looked around the basement and could tell from some features that it was sound proof. She looked into my eyes and suddenly without either of us sayi...g a word she took her shirt off. It appeared that she had just woken up and it seems she doesn't wear a bra to bed although her being a newlywed might be that she doesn't wear anything to bed and she threw that on when the doorbell rang. She grabbed my shirt and lifted it off as well. The only time my eyes were not visually locked to her boobs. I lay on the bed and began running my hands over my body. My eyes closed as I imagined my girlfriend’s fingers teasing me through the satin lingerie, her kisses soft against my skin. I writhed on the bed and moaned softly as I teased and touched myself. Suddenly there was a flash. I jumped up, to see my girlfriend standing in the doorway. ‘Hmmm,” she said, ‘That’s one for my private album. You look quite fuckable, my little boi slut. I’m glad the car broke down, now.” I sat on the bed, my. I went to the next house where one of my mother’s friends Indira Aunty is living because my mother used to give her the keys of our house if she goes out after giving a long bell, the door opened and Indira Aunty was standing in the doorway. She was in her Pink Chudi. Actually this is the first time I am looking her very close. What a lovely lady she is.She was around 37 years then but the mother of two k**s maintained her body in such a way you can’t estimate her age more than 30 years. She. “Beg me to fuck your mom's asshole.”Prickles raced across my thoughts, knifing into my brain.“Shit!” Rick grunted. “Oh, shit, man, fuck my mom's ass. The slut needs it. Her pussy's so hot about my dick. She's so wet for it.”“So wet!” Mrs. Woodham moaned as she rode her son's dick faster. “Yes, yes, Henry, fuck my ass. I haven't been DPed in years.”“Oh, fuck!” Rick groaned.“You're another slut who's learned she needs to be a whore for her son, too,” I groaned, bring my cock to her butt-crack as.