I stood up and looked down at his helpless body, my eyes drifted down to his belt - I smiled a wicked smile. My fingers worked at the belt buckle as I...quickly slid the wide leather band from his jeans, I could see the bulge straining against the denim and slowly unzipped the front. As I unzipped the dark blue material I could see a white cotton waistband and as the zipper parted the smooth tanned skin of his thighs. I tugged at the legs of his jeans and slid them down off his legs - muscular. I stood at the merchandise stall for a few minutes, trying to decide which shirt I wanted. “Tell you what I’d really love” I said, loudly. “That slashed T-shirt the singer was wearing. Oh my god, didn’t she look incredible?” “I’m afraid that is a one-off and not for sale,” came an American accent behind me. “But thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” I gasped. The singer was standing there, smiling at me. She had changed into a clean, dry, plain top, but otherwise looked fresh from stage, still. I held her ass over her panty and smelled her panty.While my son was running in all rooms searching for us, I made a little noise after 5minutes so he caught us hiding under the bed. Mangala came out of our hiding place, my son was pulling her hands. His strength was not sufficient to pull her out. I kept my hands over Mangala’s ass and pushed her from down.Once her upper body was outside the hiding place, I held her ass tightly so that she could not move. At that time, my dick was hitting her. I thought out loud, “Might need to get some curtains…” Suddenly a stereo of voices replied, “Don’t do that!” I turned to find Susan’s twin daughters, Tiffany and Amber, coming across the floor and before I could even get an astonished word out they both had their arms around me in what turned out to be a “thank you” embrace for my breakthrough night with their beautiful mother Susan. “We’ve not seen mom experience so much pleasure in months,” they uttered. “When did you ever see your mom.