I said to aunty, Ohhhh…. What a patch of sweat???????I want to lick this…Slowly I went close to her right armpit & start licking her sweat & after...5 minutes I do the same with the left armpit. Then Aunty said what a dirty boy you are? You are licking my dirty armpit sweat over my blouse. I replied in science language “Armpit sweat smell is directly proportional to sex desire”. Then I free her hands from my hold, drops her pallu down & put my left hand on hair for a french kiss with her lips. My. I marched boldly out of the bathroom and up to the bed where the two of them were vigorously fucking, my mom still on top and riding her young stud.I had a quick look at the back and his long cock was glistening with my mom's juices. No danger of her dryingup then, despite her time of life.My mom looked at me naked, the first time in decades. "Cute little pussy, Lyn" she complimented me "I used to powder that!" she told BernardHe looked bemused.I hopped onto the bed"Can I have some tongue?" I. Soon he started moaning, honey you are the best, never had one so intense. I told him, what the fuck, I can’t feel much, he said it’s the spray, soon you will feel.And grabbed my ass moved to go faster. He even started moving front and back to get fucked on his own. It was sometime that way, maybe 3-4 minutes, soon he said, let’s get to sofa. He lied on his back, lifted his legs and asked me to enter. Soon I entered he grabbed me and started kissing. It was a great feel. He added one finger in. So please become a Punjabi girl by changing to Punjabi shalwar suit, tab main tumahri GAAND MARUNGA.” I understood now why my husband asked me before marriage that I should get stitched some Punjabi style shalwar suits. I pulled off my georgette orange sari, blouse and petticoat from my body and picked a very sexy shalwar suit. It was made of shining fabric of parrot green color. I wore it in front of my hubby without panties. Now I was looking a Punjabi Patakha kudi. Seeing me in this dress,.