Bad enough you're... OK, At least let me finish this.)Men!What's my favorite position you say? Honestly now. Why ask? Him screwing me. Period. You kno..., his penis inside me. Use your imagination. As long as the parts connect, where the rest of the body is, is meaningless.(Hands off Mark! Ummm... Uhhhh... OK, you've made your point...)Well, sometimes he uses his hands too. Where the hands are can be important. Sometimes. Once-in-a-while.(Yes, now damnit. Apologize for interrupting me! I'm. Let him eat something.” Saying this she indicated us to move in. They took me to a room and gave me one ‘dhuti’, a traditional Bengali dress and told me “Wear this only. No under wears please”. I wore it and came out of the room she took me to the bathroom and washed my feet with water and wiped it with her hairs. I knew this was an age-old Bengali custom, which was performed by newly wed brides to their grooms and kings etc to show extreme respect. She then bowed to me. I just started drooling. She never came in so maybe she had not seen me after all I thought. However, I wondered why had she spoke my name. I dressed to go to the store with her. As I did all I could think of was her butt.I got dressed having to force my hard dick into my jeans. Once dressed I joined my mother in the living room. She was standing in front of the mirror putting her diamond earrings in. I could see her lovely cleavage in the mirror. My eyes drifted down to see she had on a pair of tight black leather. No, I’d already lost control. Marya was in control from the minute she walked in my door. ‘That’s awesome!’ Marya stared at the screen. ‘Do people really do that stuff?’ ‘Ah…yes…I-I guess so,’ I replied. ‘Do you and your wife do it?’ she asked. Her eyes were glued to the TV and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She reached into my lap and caressed my swollen cock. ‘Would you like it if I did it to you?’ ‘God help me, yes!’ I groaned. I didn’t care any more. If she wanted sex, I’d give.