We flirted and joked how things could be different but, for a long time nothing more came of it. One evening, everything changed. Nidhi and Abhishek w...re supposed to be going out to dinner. I had been pressed into service as babysitter for them. Besides, he’d just bought a 45 inch LCD, on which I thought I’d catch the Wimbledon finals. Nidhi opened the door and led the way into the lounge, but there was no sign of Abhishek. I assumed that he was upstairs and would be down when he was ready.. “Is this all a dream?!” I asked myself one more time. I was still standing, but leaning forward, with my hands on my mom’s hot body.But, as soon as I received the approval from my dad. I pushed my fuck-pole inside my mother’s beautiful cunt, defiling her forever. I could feel her pussy walls stretch trying to accommodate my penis, and it was obvious she had not been filled in ages.In the first five minutes, I struggled a bit, battling my emotions. But, once I heard my mom wail, there was no. The repairman was relentless in trying to bring her to life almost torturing her. She opened her eyes and raised her head to see Manohar standing there with his cock in his hand and stroking it. She had no power to verbally ask for a fucking but turned to Manohar, opened her legs as an invite. Seeing him take couple steps to her, she reached and pulled him over her and wrapped her legs on his back taking his cock in her pussy slit. Suddenly she felt the cock power making her horny as well. I did not expect to have one of my better days. As a matter of fact I was surprised when the minivan started on the first try. Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought.When I saw the address of Reverend Archer's church still clipped to my sun visor, I decided on the spot that I needed church alright, but just not as much as I needed a shower. I drove home quickly, but I was also very careful not to allow anyone to follow me. After all I did have a Russian thug's pistol. Not to.