She had been afraid to touch it, even covered, back then. Old habits die hard. At first she stiffened her hand so only her palm pressed my cock, then ...troked my shaft with it and finally wrapped her fingers around my hidden bishop. My eyes crossed when she squeezed it and the daylight darkened. Though embarrassed, she leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “Is that for me?” and smirked knowingly. Silently, I moved behind her and dragged my stiffness along her thigh.With a little more oil in. He then quickly withdrew his dick, came near my mouth and came inside. Without him saying anything I drank it all, as I was tired and thirsty.All this time my college peon was sitting in the corner watching me getting fucked and sipping alcohol. Rahim, when done too, went there to take a sip. I was lying on the floor half dead as my lower body was numb.After 5 to 10 minutes both Rahim and Sudhir came and looked at me. Then Sudhir said, “Dekhi chinal kitna niche gir gai hai tu? Ye to sirf ek. . I walked down the old, yet still beautiful wooden stair case. I loved the feel of the worn wooden railing, which reminded me that even though the house was new to me, it had been a home for another family until a few weeks ago. As I walked down the last flight of stairs, I could see the outlines of picture frames which had protected that section of the wall from gathering dust. I wonder why the previous owners had moved? It was such a lovely house. I entered my mother's study room to see a. Then turning back to her son, she said, "And so are you. Did you like watching mommy get fucked? Did it make your cock hard?" Fuck yeah, it made my cock hard. But that's the way sluts like them isn't it?" This slut sure likes them that way." She said. "Now fuck me hard and make your slut mother cum."He started slamming his cock in her harder than before and bent down and started kissing her. They were locked in a deep kiss and fucking their brains out. She had her legs spread wide and was.