He immediately turned his gaze away from me. He sat there awkwardly, reading the newspaper. Suddenly, he rose from the sofa and left the room. I calml... watched him go. I was sure; my son had got a good view of my plump thighs and hairy pussy.I came out of the room. Rahul’s room appeared locked from inside. I could easily guess what he was doing inside. I didn’t disturb him. I went back to the living room and watched TV. After fifteen minutes he entered in the room. Our eyes met, he immediately. He saw me looking and asked if I was hard too. I said fuck yes and he asked if he could see it so I pulled it out of the leg of my boxers and was rubbing it a little. He reached over and started wrapped his hand around it and started stroking it for me and asked me if it felt different. I said yes but it feels great. So he asked if I wanted to touch him and pulled his out the rest of the way so I could stroke him. We sat and watched more porn and stroked each other. He put in a tape that. She was sexually active with her ex but she never climaxed. It was always about him. If he finished in 2 minutes he would expect her to keep quiet and sleep. Saying this, she said, “ok Mister, and guess it’s your turn now”.She went back to sucking my dick but I wanted her pussy again. So I asked her to turn around for a 69. She was excited but didn’t really know how to position herself for it. I guided her as she slowly lowered her pussy to my face and there was no need to tell her what she was. He lathered her whole pussy with his hot spit before zeroing in on the most sensitive spot of all, the tiny bud of her clit. He drilled at it with the pointed tip of his tongue, and Chrissy gave shrill squeals of pleasure."Oh, yeah, Daddy, lick me there," she begged, "it feels so damned good."She was writhing with excitement, writhing so much that Ben had trouble keeping his tongue on target. He shoved his hands under her churning ass and gripped it firmly, holding her in place. Then he began.