As soon as we reached home she went to bedroom to sleep. I asked her to say the tablet name so that I can go and get for her. She said she had already...taken the tablet and no need for any tablets. I said ok and went out of the room and started watching TV. At 9pm I went to her room to wake her up to have some thing to eat. By the time I went she was tying her sari as she has taken bath. I went and hugged her from behind and asked her how she was feeling. She said that she was not suffering with. She turned to face me as I went to kiss her she moved her face my kiss landed on her cheek some how our lips finally connected she broke a part saying ‘no no this isn’t right we mustn’t’ her hands held against my chest gently pushed me away.I told her I loved her all I got back was ‘I’m your Mother son’s are supposed to love their mothers’Confused I knew then I had blown it big time I locked up the house I had a shower and got ready for bed I could see Mom’s light through the partially open. Rather soon Rebecca began describing him as some kind of a "superman" or at least a "Real Man".He was married to a nurse, but his wife was in Tanzania, Africa, volunteering as a nurse at some medical aid center and still had about three months left on her tour. The real man and his wife intended to buy a house when she was back but in the mean time he was living in our town renting a room at his wife's married sister's house.Rebecca got me really fed up when she compared my doings, my. Jane’s pussy was wet and open from the first girls expert tongue lashing. Pon started by rubbing each of her hot protruding nipples up and down Jane’s slippery pussy lips. Pon’s nipples gleamed in the subdued lighting from Jane’s moisture. Leaning forward more, Pon began scooping the moisture out of Jane’s pussy with her curled tongue. What a sight to see Jane spread-eagled and my lovely wife between her lags lapping up her now flowing pussy juice.While this was going on one of the slave girls.