Outside Borah was being led to his own house door by Sowmya. He couldn’t believe his luck, He had arrived late at the party and as soon as he entere... he met her and she welcomed him with a kiss. She told him to take her to his room for some fun and now as they slowly approached the door she spotted Anita and Gautam standing nearby signalling a thumbs up. Immediately Sowmya started crying.“Please, I can’t do this,” she said out loud. “Why are you blackmailing me?”“Keep your voice down and what. Get those boots off before you damage Winston's flooring!"After the men all took their boots off, looking sheepish in front of Susan, Mama insisted on doing the introductions, not having heard what Tokunbo had said outside."Susan Lubbock, this is the landowner, Winston Oluwosu, husband of my twin daughters and husband of Simisola." Winston came forward to shake hands with his guest, murmuring, "Pleased to meet you, Susan". Mama went on. "This is Papa Odumosu, my beloved husband of many years,. Her honey skin tone, slender legs, her boning fragile with her small hands and feet painted in a brilliant topaz."My name is Jason Saunders," I inhale slowly, all too aware how many other things I want to say and do now I've seen her- things I know morality would forbid but my body burns for. "I'm your son."Meg. My lungs desperately draw in air and I go to grab the doorframe but feel my hand flail. Jason is the son I had at fifteen- I'm thirty-three now which would make him eighteen, though he. I'd not even noticed that I'd begun to touch myself through the thin cotton material of my romper. As a matter of fact, I could feel the heat of my crotch against my fingers, now moist from what witnessing this scene was doing to me. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was spying on me as I spied on Harris and his friend. I was excited and embarrassed at the same time. My pussy was soaked and it actually ached I was so turned on. I had no intention of missing what might come.