I could only hope.I did as was asked and went back to my easy chair. Mom came back into the room and wobbled a bit. I could tell that she was getting ... little tipsy. "I think you have given me a little too much wine. Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" she giggled. I was too stunned to reply and just sat there again pretending to look at the TV. Mom picked up her book and returned her feet to the coffee table. This time she was not any where near as lady like as last time.. It was so much fun to see the twinkle in their eyes when they got to choose their own piece of fruit to enjoy.The dirt road that led to his farmhouse was about a half mile long and he loved firing up the tractor, picking a few bushels of the ripest fruit and then the slow saunter to the road, the trailer following behind.He would play the scene with an old straw hat and worn but clean bib overalls. Heavy well broken in boots and a plaid shirt completed his 'Farmer Brown' look. He always laughed. ‘Yes,’ Rahul croaked. ‘OK, but I think you should get naked too. Then we’re equal.’ Hurriedly we stripped off, any embarrassment we might have had about showing our bodies to this woman removed by her blatant exhibitionist pose. We stood there facing her, our cocks at rock-hardness, bobbing in time with our heartbeats. Mrs. Kapoor began to circle her finger around her clit, while her other hand went to a breast and squeezed it. Her eyes closed. She used two fingers now to massage the area. Pink lip liner and of course my shoulder length black wig that outlined my face. I was a real girl felt so natural dressed like this and going on my first real date.She drove me to meet him in a bowling alley parking lot. He was waiting. He walked over to the car and opened the door, introducing himself (Frank), he put out his hand to help me out. He looked at me and said WOW. We walked hand-in-hand to his car as I looked back at mom and she was smiling. He took me to a drive-in food place and.