He made several attempts to ask me out but I demurred, preferring for the moment at least, the ease and comfort of an online flirtation. I was nervous...about starting a new relationship, especially since I had yet to tie up the strings of the one I was just in. But something inside of me was whispering to give it a try, to take a chance and see what might happen. I told myself that if he asked again, I would say yes. And that if he didn’t I would take the bull by the horns and do it myself. At. We had obviously been a bit restless as, even though we were still close and facing one another, Mom's nightie was rucked right up and most of her naked body was pressed against mine. It was plain that she was not wearing panties under her nightie as I could clearly feel her pubic hair rubbing against me and one of my hands was holding onto her beautiful bare bum. One bare breast was pressing against my chest and my underpants had slipped down a little and about half my exposed cock was digging. She milked me dry, and I collapsed beside her, breathing like a broken racehorse."You are," she gasped out, holding my hand, "you are the only man in my book with the number twelve by his name. None of the others are even tens." And the president?" I asked, swelling with pride and wondering what the number meant for I surely was nowhere near twelve inches in length.She giggled. "Five, I think. I believe he is a five. But there are men who are ones and twos, who are much worse than he is." No. I was shocked that the person from Dad’s office must have enjoyed the view of Mom’s breast thru her net saree & cut bra.Raj started massaging her boobs thru her bra by 1 hand and the other was middle finger of the right hand was fucking her thru the panties. Swati said to him to control his lust outside and said she is also aroused so let’s go in and encourage each other in the hall as the neighbors could see their garden live drama. Raj agreed and let her out of his arms and they both hand in.