Ghar jakar khana khaya or sochne laga ki kya karu phir mene usko call kiya or song ke bare me pucha phir mene kaha ki me apke itane pas tha to apne ku...hh kaha kyu nahi to usne bola ki muje to achha lag raha tha to mene kha ki muje to dar lag raha tha usne kha ki muje esa lagi ki ap muje abhi pakad longe mene puchha kyu esa laga to usne kha ki ap kai mahine se muje ghur raho ho or jab me apke pass khadi hu to apse raha nahi jayega muje to visvas nahi ho raha tha ki me jise khvab me dekhta hu vo. "Tom, can I be very honest with you?" Samantha asked as Tom noticed how hot she looked. She'd worn a rather short skirt and one of those totally hot breast-emphasizing sweaters that he loved on her. The sweater was almost red in color and the skirt was a dark navy blue and Tom loved how great Sam's ass looked when she'd turned that morning and let him see her backside. The sweater was a vee-neck and Tom loved the hot cleavage of Sam's ample tits that it gave him. He had grown very jealous of. I always changed quickly for gym, praying no one would see."I want you to put these on, honey," my mom purred."I... I... I..." I stammered. I was overcome."Now now, no fuss -- remember what you promised your mommy. Come on, pants down," she said as she put the lingerie down, grabbed my belt buckle, and began to undo it. "Let's just get these off."My erection was not the largest ever recorded, but it wasn't invisible, and the proximity of the mother's face to my crotch was not helping matters at. My husband and I have for many years talked about swapping and even sharing as long as the two of us were involved. Our talking openly about this came with when he had a friend over for a few days. Allen was a fine man but was always one for falling on his face when women were even mention. Unlucky at love I guess you would call it. We always knew when he was heartbroken because here he’d come to stay a few days and talk with my husband. They were the best of friends. One night not long after.