I would as usual suck her boobs over her shirt only. She would be doing her thing and I would be sucking.I would suck to such an extent that her shirt...would become completely wet in her breast area. Her black nipples and her areola would be completely visible. Bindu would then smile at me, take off her shirt and continue casually with her reading or texting.I would them start licking and biting and sucking on her boobs. She would occasionally give out moans. In time, she got used to the biting. When I came out, bare-chested and comfortable in some lounge pants, we cuddled together on the couch, Saya snuggling into the crook of my arm and entangling her legs with mine. She gave me a few short pecks before briefly zoning out in front of the television, lost in random thought. I picked up the remote and started looking again for a pleasant movie to pass our evening.Once done with her momentary thinking, Saya turned to me and asked a very relevant question. "Do you think of me as your. Please read the previous parts of this story if you have not yet read them. In the previous parts I have explained how I made my mom my slut and she got fucked by her own son. In this part, I will explain the daily sex activities that we had over the week.It was a Monday and I woke up at 4 AM as usual to study. I went to bathroom to get fresh before starting my studies. When I returned from bathroom, I saw Mom was in the kitchen preparing hot milk for me.My bedroom was right in front of the. Her breathing grew even faster, inserting another finger in her cunt, leaning back in the shower cubicle.Suddenly Barbara stiffened, her mouth opened wide, her fingers jammed hard into her cunt, and she stared to cum. She moaned and gyrated there in the shower while the hot water played on her hard nipples and massive tits."Mon Dieu!" moaned the concierge at the same time and started to cum. Barbara suddenly became aware of the voyeur watching her in the shower. She blushed bright red, and.