Kiran ne red salwar suit phni thi suit ka gla deep or kassa hua tha jis se uske white boobs bhar anne ko machsl rhe the tbhi mene use pishe se hug kiy... mera lund hug krte he bilkul tann gya uski ass k crack me kpro k upr se he guss rha tha.. Apne hath mene uske boobs pe rkh dea or nick..Ear…Back ko lick krna shuru kr dea.. Uske hoton pe kiss krne laghaUski sanse tej ho rhe the uske boobs jor jor se upr niche ja rhe the tbhi mene uska kurta utar dea….Wo abhi bra or salwar me thi…Dudh jessa gora. Leave us alone for some time now.I put my arms around Ashma, She shrugged thinking I was going to slap again!! Now I was beginning to enjoy!!I asked Ashma, ”So, what have you learned my dear?”Ashma replied softly, “always be on time, Sir. “I then asked, “and?”Ashma with fear replied,” and and to always call you sir only.”I was happy. I was elated. They were under my control! I was in power!!I patted her back and put my hands on her thighs( jeans short) and gave a soft squeeze.I asked Ashma “Is. Mom continued walking, getting groped, and then he reached around hugging her and groping at her tits also. As we walked in, John started removing her clothes. Mom tried to put me to sleep while John continued groping at her body. She kept trying to slow him down, but he insisted,"hurry up bitch, I gotta go home before my wife suspects something." She put me on the bed and I pretended to fall asleep. By that time, mom was down to her bra and thong. Mom turned off the lights and tried walking. I was on my feet before he could finish his invitation. This time on the floor we got ourselves holding each other extremely close to each other mashing my boobs on his chest, all in the name of dance. I now felt that I simply wore the strapless bra now and wanted to have my breasts free. I decided to go to the washroom and get it out. The songs were slow and we blended with the others in the crowd. Maybe we were the only people who were not a couple, but who cared!When the dance ended, I.