Ajeet ki pareshanee abhi bhi waheen thee. Ajeetka lund tabhikhara hota jab wo Anad ko ya to Asha ke sath ya Rekhake sath chudaikarte dekhta tha. Jab b...i Ajeet ka lund khara ho jatatha to jo koibhi bahan khalee rahtee unki choot me apna lund daluski chudai shurukar deta. Dono bahono me bhi is bat ka koi farak naheeparta tha kikaun unko chod raha hai, unko to bas apne humeshabhokhee choot keliye khara lund ki jaroorat thee, Chahe wo lund Anandka ho ya Ajeetho, kya fark parta, unki choot to lund. She took it in her hands and put the bra straps on.“Aray beta yeh to front-fasten hai” (Oh son this is a front-fastening bra).“Oh Ma mujhe mila nahi aur koi. Aap khud dekh lo na,” I said, getting a little antsy. I was nervous. (Mom I couldn’t find another one, why don’t you look for one yourself?)She let out a deep sigh and got up. In her panties! With no bra! With me looking! Then she bent over, and pulled her shalwar (Indian pajamas) up on her ass and walked to the closet.Her ass was round as. Now, in the morning light, after both of them had rushed to the bathroom, they lay on top of the covers, side by side, both on their backs.George lifted her head, and leaned over to kiss Ollie on the mouth. “Weekends are so different with you.”He turned his head to face her, and grinned. “Lazy, you mean?”“Relaxed. Comfortable.”“Idle, George.”“Sometimes.” She reached over and took his cock, soft for a change, into her hand. “Sometimes it gets a little more active.”He stiffened a little at her. Go get you shower and I will put some clothes on so I can quit flashing my ass and tits at you.”“Hey, don't do anything special on my account” I said as I walked back through the bedroom to the bathroom.I peeled my underwear off and stepped into the huge glassed in shower. Turned the water on and stuck my head under the spray, grabbed the soap and lathered up. Thinking back over the day, thinking about seeing my dad fingering mom's pussy on the plane while I watched, thinking about seeing.