After dinner mother, Raju and me watched some serial story on TV and relaxed, about 9pm mother said she was going to have bath and returned 15 minutes...later in a white loose blouse which did not fully hide her hanging 38 inch breasts and a white skirt, her wet hair still in a towel she sat on a stool and dried it fully.I was looking over at Raju and he was fully occupied playing some hand held computer game not even aware of both us there. As the TV serial ended mother called out to me to get. Both were crying, fearing the worst, in line with the stories they had heard.A dark haired girl, more a youth on the threshold of womanhood, stood up calm and erect from her chair and stepped boldly forward. The officer held up his gloved hand, and indicated with a wave of a couple of fingers that the girl step to one side, away from the fire and the light, where he joined her as close as possible without them touching. They spoke in quiet whispers, heads close together, so that the others. His powerful hands were wrapped around her calves as he pushed her knees towards her chest. I don't know why, but that image stood in my head, it bothered me, maybe it was because another man was touching my sweaty hot wife, or maybe because he was black, I did not know.I went over to them and shook his hand, he seemed like a nice guy, he even offered me a discount rate if I were to join his group.To celebrate my wife's weight loss and new figure we went shopping at the mall for some new. He does not want to go there at all because he knows it is the reason I am there with him whenever I can; for my sexual desires, his sexual needs and more. His nipples are hard and tiny hair are so visible all over the both almost red boy areolas. Aahh fuck; even the touch of the soft cotton sheet to the nipples, hurts. The boy moves on his bed a bit abrupt and it is not for none other reason but to wake me up behind him; his palm runs over his fuzzy chest, not a jungle but just enough hair to.