I went to bathroom and after some time i called my mom and said the oil didn’t go out from my body.. She said rub it hardly and i replied i rub it b...t it didn’t go.. So she came to the bathroom i wear only underwear.. She inserted her bottom saree and petticoat in to her hip..and she started rub my head and all my body.. I sat on the floor both the boobs of my mom r infront of my eyes.. She ask me to stand and she is washing my legs now… she came till the lap… she saw my underwear and it. I was amazed at hoe perfect her tits were! I had always admired her legs, but her breast were to die for! In a flash, Kari was on the bed crawling up my body. Our lips met, and she kissed me with even more passion that before. Our crotches were rubbing against each other, and I cold feel her firm tits pressing against my bare chest. ‘Here.’ she said bluntly, pushing one of her breasts into my face. I opened my mouth and sucked at her nipple as my hands reached around to grab at her ass. Kari. I turned my head, which I had turned toward the front of the room after Mr. Brown’s questions, to get a good look at him. His hair was a dirty blonde and cut close to his head. It looked just right for running your fingers through. His eyes, a piercing blue grey, were looking into mine. His lips, a soft looking pale pink pair, were turned up slightly in a mischievous grin. He knew they had me and he wasn’t going to give me time to rethink it. He began to rub my arm and leaned in to place his. The rooms of flats are really small in London.The “best” thing was the shower which was a tub and then covered with a curtain. It was a chamber-like room without a door. At least the WC was separated and ok.My strategy was to use the shower when my step-son would not be at home to avoid embarrassing situations.We couldn't renovate the flat much because of the currency exchange. The Pakistani currency has a much lower value then GBP and my husband would send us money and we need to be.