The whole thing became erotic when he moved up his crotch against my ass and did a few strokes of simulated fuck against my ass rubbing his erection a...ainst my ass cheeks.I got startled and immediately moved back to lie on my back as Rahul also moved along with me. The movement woke up my husband as he stopped snoring and adjusted himself to get back to sleep. Rahul though never moved until he heard the snore of his dad. By now I figured out Rahul is hitting on me, his own mother. But the. ‘I love (long pause) you.’ He heard a man’s voice and recognised it as himself. It was a recording from when they were making love in his officer’s cabin several years ago. ‘What did you just say to me?’ said the woman. ‘I said, ‘I love kissing you”. He answered. She said, ‘I love your kisses too.’ ‘What are you doing?’ he said quietly. ‘It’s my latest project. The porn performance artist, Linda Sprinkle, has commissioned a sound design for her retrospective exhibition to open in New York in. Torturously slow you lower yourself onto my shaft; first teasing the glistening head as you rub it against your slit and every so often push it against your little pebble-like clit which is now as hard as I am. As my cock enters you I feel your warm juices flowing all over it; pushing downwards you take me in all the way to the base. With those sultry eyes you look down at me and say “perfect fit baby, just right for me.” I stiffen grabbing the headboard as you begin to ride me moaning with. ” “You should relax. Have you eaten?” “I had some brownie, it’s surprisingly filing.” “What is brownie?” asked Renata, shaking her head slowly. “Brownie? It’s a sticky chocolate cake. Brownie!” “I never heard of it. Maybe in my country…” “Oh, perhaps you call it something else. Look!” James went to his bag and pulled out the packet with the remaining squares of gooey confectionery. “Try some!” offered James. “Oh, no. Thank you.” “Just a little bit?” “Well maybe a tiny piece!” said.