Like that he continued to talk about my mom and masturbated together. After masturbation, he left the house without saying anything.I met him again af...er two days and he was very ashamed. He said sorry for the things he did on that day. But I said to him that I like what happened on that day. I wanted to do it again and asked him to come home. He was surprised, but he was very happy and he came with me.We went to my house, and my mom was in a sari and she was doing general household works. We. You squeeze it out at the top of your shoulders, allowing the water to make it’s way down your back. You imagine them taking the loofa and soaking it, squeezing it gently as they drag it slowly down over your back, down the line of your spine stopping just as it grazes the top of your buttocks. You wish so much that they where there with you. You lift up your arm and realize you have those tiny little fuzzy hairs on your armpit. You reach for your razor and slowly shave them off in gentle. The only girl whose tits I saw, she walked into the cubicle wearing a gold dress and turned to face away from me, reaching behind her neck and undoing the straps. The whole thing dropped to the floor there was nothing underneath, I was watching a naked late 20's girl squat naked squashing her tits outwards as she crouched. There was a big tattoo on her back that looked horny as hell as i was dreaming of taking her from the back. When finished she stood up and I watched her full tits bounce. I know you want me. I want you so badly, too. You reach for my arm. I feel your hand circling mine. This time, you kiss each of my wet fingers. I watch lick your wet away and then take them deeply in the warmth of your mouth. My cock is so hard. I want you so much. So much so, that I speak it aloud. Without a word, you smile and lower your head again, positioning yourself for my entry. I grasp my cock and pump it, then slowly make my way into you. It’s not so much that I want to make love to.