Now I was rock hard again and we were sweating real hard. She now said “ab apna land mujhse door Matt rakh daal de meri choot mein Banale mujhe apni...randi “. I got really excited and tried to put it in .To my surprise it didn’t go in at all. After trying a lot it didn’t go in but then my Mami bought a little oil and applied it on the dick and in her pussy and then opened it up with her fingers a little and told me to slide it in. This time very properly I could slide in and I felt like I died. ..” I raised my eyebrow.“Yes, somewhat. I like it more than I’m good at it. The dancing. Now, ask away. If it’s answerable, I will.”“Stockings or panty hose?”“You cad. Stockings. Panty hose only when needed. Hot pants and slacks included. Think you can get any more personal than that?”“Garter belts or thigh highs?”“That’s too personal. For now. Finish your sandwich. I need some fresh air. You are a dirty young man.” She reached for my hand as I set my napkin down and put it on her thigh. I. She said “this is my husband John’s and said she would leave the room while I took off all my wet clothes. She stepped into the kitchen and behind the main wall, I took off all my clothes and left them in a pile. I put on the robe and told her I was finished. She came back in and as I looked that direction, I noticed a full mirror on the end wall. I could see into the kitchen. Not wanting to dwell on that thought, I waited to see what she wanted me to do with the clothes. She said let me get. I stick my hand into her pussy and start to finger her under her skirt while CB is using the bathroom. She tells me I am making her legs jello, so I start to finger banging her with 3 fingers and she orgasms…lol. Just as she is jumping off my fingers, CB is coming out of the bathroom. My slut is trying to gain her composure and does a good enough job to see CB out of the door. I then get up walk over to the door lock the door and the bolt lock and tell her. No more disturbances. This time.