She was only moderately successful. She closed her eyes briefly, then pulled open the door to the club, moving from the nondescript parking lot lights...into the club’s warmth. Inside, she was enveloped in the blues and purples of soft neon bouncing off the dark-painted walls, their actual color hard to make out. She walked up to a small lectern where a gorgeous, perfectly made-up twenty-something hostess sat, chatting easily with a dark-haired man who looked to be in his forties. The hostess. Looking at my mom he commented.. “ wow she is a terrific fuck! What a body.. mmm. If she is here my bar must have been filled with customers asking just for a glimpse of her cleavage.. she could ride many men no doubt ha ha” we were looking at him seriously.. Then he said.. “Ok I think I can help u.” he took us to place where I would never have wished to find my mom there.Women were dressed in provocative dress revealing almost everything of their body.. some were in just blouse and petticoat. Swati’s mother Kusum was born into a poor middle class Brahmin family in a small taluka town. He father was a highly respected school teacher. He came from a very old fashioned, conservative family. However, he had enthusiastically and wholeheartedly adopted the progressive and enlightened values and attitudes preached by the many great thinkers and social reformers whom Maharashtra was blessed with in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Since he believed that educating the populace. “Hel-lo Kitty!” Lazarus said, gratefully eyeing the ripened peach of her sex and unbuckling his trousers. Djvonic watched from the floor with a mixture of disgust and envy as his daughter’s best friend bent over the bed of the MRI, her young breasts bobbing and swaying pendulously as Lazarus lifted her dress and drew her simple panties down those long, smooth thighs. When she raised one knee onto the bed, he got a brief glimpse of her supple pussy lips opening, releasing a trickle of her.