Maine mere do dosto ke sath milkar waha ke ek flat rent par le liya. Hafte me main mama ke ghar chala jata tha. Mama ke ghar me unki maa,mami, aur unk... chhoti beti rahte the. Mami se meri pehle se achchi dosti thi, kyunki mami mujhse sirf 6 saal umr me badi thi.Meri mami ka naam Varsha hai. Unki umr 27 saal hai. Unki figure 34-26-38 hai. Mami ki gaand toh unki figure ko char chand lagati hai. Varsha mami kafi modern aurat hai. Mami aur main freely bate karte the . Mami kai baar mujhse meri. ” “Will you?” “I’ll... I’ll think about it. I’m so tired now!” “Claire?” “Mmm?” she replied, her voice dreamy again. “I love you!” I whispered. “I love you too, Tim!” The following night I called very late, still unsure in my mind how I felt about it all. I had never been as aroused as when I pictured my lovely wife giving herself willingly to another man, and I felt terribly guilty about it. Was it all just an amazing fantasy or was it actually real? And what sort of man was I? At. No pleading. I'm not going to make iteasy on you, either. You're getting the whole shebang," she blinked andgiggled suddenly. "She bang!"I turned a bright crimson. "Melinda, I--" Unless you tell me now!" she said, almost sounding compromising again,which always confused me. "If you say so, I'll turn you back into a dude andwe shall never speak of this again! You can bone me six ways to Sunday andbe all tough and macho and everything and I'll never sully your machismowith estrogen again!"I. ”Confused I asked, “What’s an RCH?”Mom smiled at me and said, “Red Cunt Hair. Both of your grandmothers and I have red pubic hair.”I smiled and asked, “So where is my close-up lens?”Mom smiled, sat on the edge of the couch, and spread her knees wide. She was not wearing any panties and her RCH were just as short as my grandmothers had been. Wow, I was looking at my mother’s pussy.Then Mom said, “Find the string and give it a pull.”She smiled as I knelt before her and started probing around in.