Me: Malvika!! Guess who’s in Goa!Malvika: Aaaahhhh… Mmmm.. Che.. Tan… Yes..Me: Let me guess, early morning breakfast with a BBC?Malvika: Ohhh fu...kkk! Yesss.. Chetan.. Come soon.. B & B Anjuna..She immediately hung up after that. I could make out that she was getting rammed by a BBC which was her most favourite thing to do in Goa. She had told me a lot about her sexual adventures with them and how she had her first sex on the beach with a Nigerian a few years back. She had been going to Goa. As I turned the video camera on, I was a little self-conscious about the way I was dressed. Clearly dressed for a night out on the town with Jason. I saw a slightly funny look on Neil’s face as well, as he took in the way I was dressed. Maybe he was expecting that I’d be having a quiet night in while I waited for him to arrive.“Hi, honey. Someone looks like they’re dressed for fun,” his tone slightly different from normal.Hi, baby. We weren’t expecting you to ring. Are you still coming down? Is. Taking barely a second less then the first time. EAch stroke is barely faster then the preceeding.....but...the wait at the end of each stroke is longer. After what feels like hours I pick the pace up and now begin to slam myself harder into you. EAch stroke shakes your breasts more & more. Eventually the pounding turns to slapping as the wetness covers my sac with each resounding slap against your supple derriere.Pulling out I quickly drop to my knees and press my face to your wet, creamy. What do you want to eat?" I don't think I could eat another thing," I joked, "And even steak won't taste as good as you. I could die for coffee though."Mum giggled and sat up. She opened a dresser drawer and retrieved a large baggy tee shirt. She lent forward and asked me to undo her suspender belt. I obliged and she unfastened her suspenders from her stocking tops and removed the belt. She then lifted each leg in turn and slid her stockings off - I was starting to get excited again, watching.