Her crotch was covered with a dark downy bush, which she idly stroked with the two middle fingers of one hand. Although I was eighteen, this was the f...rst time (apart from my mother’s) that I had seen this most private of female places.“Be an angel and fetch me a glass of water, would you Nicholas? I’m parched. And then come and sit beside me.”I did as instructed and drew up a chair.“Would you like to stroke my pussy?” she whispered after draining the glass. “It’s quite safe; Ned won’t be home. First I begin kissing your asscheeks all over. Then I spread your cheeks apart to see your tight, anal hole. I knew in a very short time my hard dick will be pumping in and out of that tight, little hole. I lick up through your crack several times, going deeper with each lick until I touch your asshole with my tongue. Looking over your shoulder at me, you coo, "Oh Daddy, that feels so good." I steadily lick your asshole, observing the tightness as I get your hole wet. I have a plan of giving. That evening while we were washing up and getting the k**s ready for bed, I started joking with Sara about Don and how friendly he was towards her, and the occasional glances he'd sneak at her in her bikini. Sara brushed it off and didn't say much about it. That evening after the k**s were in bed, Sara and I sat on the balcony sipping a few cocktails and talked.Sara said how nice it would be if we could both go down and enjoy the hot-tub, but since we needed to stay and watch the boys it wasn't. She went to her mom.Shruti: Mom, I need to talk to you about something.Sneha: I know, since morning you’re desperate to say something, but waiting for right time. Now tell me, what it is? Do you need some money?Shruti: No mom. It’s not about money. I need to talk to you about something special and important.Sneha: Go on.Shruti: I like a guy. He loves me too. We both want to get married to each other.Sneha was stunned to hear that. She never expected her child to fall in love. She always thought.