A cappuccino in bathing gown. Semi hard when we undress for the shower. May undressing for me, a lifetime kick.Me scrubbing her back with lavender sal..., commands like 25+ years ago, ’Higher, yes also my derriere. Ooh my armpits’. ‘Now my chest’. ‘My thighs’. She likes me touching her hairs, no matter where on her body. Shampooing her scalp, her armpits. These huge breasts, soft, kissable. Bigger and pointier nipples than before. Sucked at, I see. Breasts gradually losing the battle with. “No!”“Shame on you!”Everybody turned to look at the boy’s mom. She came storming from her seat, up to the panel of judges.“Call yourself judges!”The judge with the nice hair and teeth raised his hand.“Security!”The boy’s mom pointed a finger at the grey-haired judge.“And you, you old bastard, you’re only jealous coz you can’t get it up yourself.”“He’d have to be a contortionist to do that,” quipped the fit woman judge.The boy’s mom climbed on to the stage and put her arm round her naked. Dear guy tumko to maloom hai jhadte samay jab maal ko rokte hain to automatically gaand ka chhed bhi tight hojata hai, islye jaise hi main ne apna maal roka mera hole tight hogaya aor idher main apni tight ki hui gaand jab zore zore ke dhakke lagrahe the to kya maza araha tha kahe nahin sakta aor main usi maze mein apni aankhon ko band karke jhadne laga idher meri tight gaand par dhakke maarne se uska pleasure bhi ake dam bhadak gaya aor kuch hi dhakkon ke baad voh zore zore se saaans lete hue. But that particular Saturday I just couldn’t seem to wake up enough to get out of bed. I just kept rolling over and going back to sleep. When I did wake up, my life changed. The reason I woke up was because I felt someone’s hand on my chest and whispering my name. When I opened my eyes, it was Tara! She said ‘you know if you sleep naked, one of the kids may walk in on you. At that point I realized that Tara was standing next to the bed, her left hand slightly pushing on my chest and her right.