I recalled the events of the previous day and was a little down. A bit of remorse and worry about my daughter’s future were the things that occupied...my mind. Not to mention the guilt. Just then, telephone rang. It was Anandi who called me for tea that afternoon.I went to her place around 4:00 PM. She was wearing a thin loose caftan and had let her hair down. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. She was in the kitchen preparing tea and some light snacks. I could see the outline of her boobs. "I want to feel your tongue on my feet Kourtney" I say as I continue fucking her ass. - The way Kim's little pucker wrapped tight around those balls, it was hard to think of them slipping out, but she welcomed your embrace all the same, rubbing back into you and letting you feel her plush asscheeks against your own as she swallow your balls deep in her rectum. Kourtney moans against your foot as you rub it on her face, feeling so nasty as she turns her head to lick up and down your sweaty. "Really, Mom?" he asked.I leaned down and kissed him. Kissed him softly. My tongue slid into his mouth as I moaned. Kissing him as a Mother should not kiss her son. Breaking from his lips I whispered, "Yes baby, really."His moan was loud as he kissed me again, hard this time, pulling me closer and kissing me with a passion that I knew only he and I could share.I pulled away, reached down, grabbed my dress, and pulled it over my head. He looked up at me with such lust and desire. He pulled me in. .slut opened her eyes: “Anita - it is you - what are you doing here? How did you get away?”. They kissed lightly; rubbing bare breasts together - one hand dipping between heated, slippery buttocks. Then slut spotted the heavy steel shackles around Anita’s ankles and the short chain keeping her legs tied together: “oh you poor baby - you’re still a slave too”.Only then did they both notice slut’s Mistress Anna and anita’s Master Maurice fucking discreetly in the sand dunes.They kissed again,.