They both fell to the bed, exhausted. They laid in each other arms listing to the rain on the roof as they drifted off to sleep, bodies intertwined, c...vered in sweat and cum, exhausted, content.-----As she finishes the story, she realizes she subconsciously has one hand down her pants, rubbing her crotch, now very wet and showing through her pants.She smiles and looks around before pulling her hand out and licks the moisture from her fingers.The traffic has lightened up so she starts her car,. I scan her completely.she was a fair lady with nice boobs and sharp looks . I kept my hand at the same position and start feeling her bare skin when ever a jerk came . Her husband was sitting beside her and is just on my backside . I was having this pleasant feeling in me . then I thought to proceed . I kept my palm little more stretched so that it can touch her bare skin even without jerk . but I kept it like just touching .This lady was wearing saree.I noticed her face expression and touched. Anita lowers herself onto him. She makes sounds of pleasure/pain (as in "it hurts so good") as she feels him penetrate her.Damien spends a few seconds caressing Anita's breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Then one hand reaches down to caress Anita's clitoris.Anita's breathing becomes faster and faster as Damien stimulates her, and she gives small cries of pleasure.Damien: "Are you ready?"Anita: "Yes! I have been ready since I received your invitation. For three days I have. " she cooed as she unbuttoned my pants." Mom!" I protested and tried to stop her. But, alas, she had already tugged them down and exposed my penis.Mom pushed me backward as she quickly jerked on my cock, causing me to groan while she hissed, "Just relax and enjoy it, honey." Oh fuck, Mom. It's wrong... to...oh shit!" I faded off, saying.Mom once again worked her magical touch on my tool, sending wave after wave of sinful pleasure throughout my body.I closed my eyes as my incestuous side acceded.