The living room was dark, but beyond was a small kitchen, which was brighter. To the right of the door was a closet, then a bathroom. The closed door ...ad to be the bedroom. I stacked my bags by that door and claimed the toilet.I had to go, but it also gave me a couple of minutes alone. This was clearly a guest bath, because there was no tub or shower. That said, it was not small. There was a nice pedestal sink and a large, well lit mirror. It would have been the perfect place to repair makeup.. It was quite a trip for me. I had never shaved a woman down there before! I was quite pleased with the job I had done as I removed a towel full of wet pubes and my grooming kit from the bed.Meanwhile, at the other end of the bed, the mother-daughter conference still had not come to a head!My frustration mounted to the point of being ready to mount Sherri, just put my dick in her and leave it there while she talked. How long would she continue to indulge her daughter's angst if her cunt was. So I continued sucking and rubbing his balls. He held my head firmly and shot his seeds in my mouth.“Wow, you went from an innocent housewife to a slutty housewife real quick,” he said, catching breath and pulling his underwear up, wearing his belt.“Anything for my boss,” I said and put my pallu on the blouse and pinned it.“Why? I was expecting to get a full show,” he said and sat back on his chair.“I’m all yours from tomorrow, sir,” I said and gave a flying kiss.“You’re such a tease, Ananya.. I lookedup at myself in the mirror and, again, could see my hard cock springingagainst the panties with each blow. It was leaking quite a bit ofprecum.After about twenty strokes, she stopped. She started rubbing my assagain through the nylon of my undies, "are you going to remember toshave your little balls every day from now on, my little panty boy?" Hmmm?" she cooed. "Because panty boys cannot have hairy balls. Onlymen have hairy balls and you are not a man. Are you?"She had reached around to.