She sheds her robe and steps into the shower with him. Slowly tracing her hands over his well-toned body. Feeling the ripples of his muscles, as she m...ves her hands further down his body. She whispers in his ears as she does this, telling him how she loves him. He turns to her, pinning her against the shower wall. He places his lips on hers and lets his tongue reach out and search for hers. Their tongues intertwine and feverishly dance together in their mouths. His hands start to search over. When she cried, she cried alone, and so laughter had become an open wound. She was convinced that if she made it to Heaven, the cable would go out and the screen would scroll, lending her to an accidental cameo between Lucifer’s wisdom teeth, where she’d be ground for eternity, and forced to make eyes with the only man Christ ever trusted… but she didn’t really believe in Heaven or Hell. No, hearth had come to be the one concrete she could put any faith in. The rest was too abstract. Meanwhile,. He almost felt that he touched some of her pubic hair and the panty. She had a tickling sensation. He removed the sari fully. Now she was only in her petticoat. It was tied on the side of her waist. He carefully undid the knot and pulled the petticoat down. She was more excited. Her son is going to see her most secret part. She lifted her waist again. He pulled it down slowly till her knees. His mother’s love triangle looked amazing with the black transparent lacy panty. Some of her curly hair. It was hands in all directions and then we were naked as we locked lips again with our arms intertwining, our cocks like duelling swords of steel. My Dad knelt down and reached in from behind under each of our balls to gently tickle and caress our balls and perineum. Pulses and tingling of electricity was spiralling throughout my body as my Dad pleasured us and got his head between us and began sucking first on my cock and then Hadi’s. He had a deliciously caramel coloured cock and I too.