She was wearing a bright red sleeveless saree. She was looking good at it and with all her makeup.Sam: aunty are you going somewhereMom: no actually a...relative is comming, so will you leave now, I have some workMom toom the glass and went to kitchenSam messaged mom from ravi’s accountRavi: will reach in 5 minutesMom: okMom came running and told samMom :you can leave nowSam: oh which relative is coming auntyMom: you dont know themSam: oh is his name is raviMom was shocked I could see her shock. . were they wearing in the dream? Were they both completely naked, or was she wearing some sort of kinky leather getup? And was he going down on her? God she bet that would feel good, guys in her fantasies would always lick her out a lot. Yeah, she would so eagerly mount Mark's face, grab both of his ears and wouldn't let him stop. He could lick her for hours and she'd still want more..."Shut up, brain, shut up!" she hissed out loud. "This is Mark! Maaark!!" Sure she'd often have thoughts like. During a quieter moment in the pub's corner seat she asked me if I was a virgin. No doubt blushing I laughed-off the suggestion with the comment that I had lived among the fleshpots of Berlin blah, blah, blah! I doubt she believed me and the conversation went elsewhere.Shortly, after a day and night spent drinking, kissing, cuddling and generally doing little else we decided to go home and anyway, I was randy and wanted her. She too had made up her mind to have me service her so by mutual tacit. .” “Ok then...” ...and he slowly traced his fingers down her cute butt to the outer lips of her puffy pussy, tracing up and down those outer lips while his cock danced up and down her left hip. Her breath now coming in short gasps, she could barely get out, “Oh God, Daddy! Really, REALLY inap---ooooh!---propriate...” His own breath accelerated and choppy, he again queried, “complaint?” “...uhh...n...n...oh!....” As she sighed, panted and quivered all over from the ever more urgent tingling.