Moving towards the bottom of the table, I was able to apply the oil to the back of her thighs ... and in that position I got my first look at her deli...ious pouting pussy.Yep ... her lips were already engorged and parted slightly, with a hint of moisture between them.I worked the oils into her thighs, venturing to their inner surfaces ... with fleeting touches by the back of my hand onto her pussy lips. Touches that she did not object to.With the thighs massaged I worked on her lower legs .... Whenever you do sex with him, you can imagine only me and you will smell only my pussy odor”.I choked as she kept her panty crotch area deep on my nose. Again she said, “Sniff it hard, baby. This panty should never fade from your brain”.Yes, I was becoming her slave. I understood one thing – I cannot escape from this lady’s stimulus in my lifetime. I glued that panty picture deep in my brain. I registered the aroma of her pussy in my brain.I didn’t want to go away from her. I wanted to be her. As my son continued to grow his body started to change, when he was 13 you could tell that he is going to be a big man, as a c***d we use to bath together, because when he was like 5 years old and I bath him, bath time had always been very playful for us and I always ended with my cloths all soaked, so one day I decided that it was nothing wrong even my mother told me that I should shower with him to save some time, I did it as a routine until he was 7 I felt like he had to started to shower. I also took the precaution of removing the pistol from the top of the backpack before slipping into the straps. The others had waited a short distance ahead of me.We had soon left the grounds of the Wat and started toward the hotel. The moon was now lower than it had been when we started out, and it now produced short dark shadows in front of us, but provided some light to see where we were going and what was in front of us. This was how I managed to make out the men hiding on the side of a.