A week ago as Bernard had made no mention of any special evening, she had mentally prepared for a memorable meal at home, hopefully to be followed by ... return to their former passionate loving. That evening she had laid the table carefully. The silverware polished, candles in their holders, flowers from the garden as a table centrepiece. A dozen oysters on ice in the ‘frig (his favourite starter), succulent veal strips with a little fragrant basmati rice for her to rapidly yet tenderly cook in. Aur khada karne ki baat sun kar to mera lund bhi khada ho gaya. Khayal aa rahe the ki jaroor richa us se chudti bhi hogi. mera bhi mann karne laga ki main bhi use chod dun.Raat ko mummy aur richa khana khane ke baad park mein night walk ke liye jaate the. jab park se wapis aa rahe the to hanste hue aa rahe the. mummy kah rahi thi- “tu badi besharm ho gai hai. tu hi kariyo ye sab jab teri shaadi ho jayegi ”richa -“are ismein sharam ki kya hai. aur aapke paas to license bhi hai. kuchh bhi kar. As we explored each other's mouth with our tongues, I slid my hands along the waistband of her panties, reaching around her waist. When my hands met at the small of her back, I slid the back of her panties down, allowing me to grab each ass cheek in one hand and pulled her firmly against me, bring my hips up to grind my jeans covered cock hard against her pussy.Feeling my response, Kristi wrestled herself out of our kiss and off of my lap. Smiling down at me, she adjusted her panties back up in. Erin was having second thoughts. ButBrian said, "Try again. You will be able to leave a message." Thistime there was no answer and the call went to voice mail. Erinsaid, "Mommy, this is Erin. I need to talk to you. I am using afriend's phone. Please call back. I would like to come overtonight. Please."Five minutes later Erin got a call back from Erin's mother. Shesaid, "Erin, You haven't called me Mommy for years. You must be inreal trouble. Are you pregnant again? Are you in.