. . I'm cummin Jay! . . . I'm cummin! . . . Jesus Jay! Ya making my fanny click! . . . Oh Jesus! . . . I’m cummin! . . . I'm cummin!" Mom's whole...body convulsed like she was having a fit, her thighs gripping me around my head and lifting my face away from the bed as her arse went into the air from her back arching, her hands grabbing hold of my head, pulling at my hair. Then it was all over, as she slumped flat on the bed gasping for air while I remained between her thighs, pushed up against. What with that spiel of his about our potential offspring and his oohing and aahing over my unique charms; so I excused myself after realizing as hostess one can get away with things like that and found Doris nearby. Come to think of it, nothing he mentioned about me was that unique or charming anyway. Stud muffin was no where in sight. Over a glass of Cabernet I regaled Doris with my recent encounter."There's a fine line between romanticism and overkill, and that dude crossed it," Doris. "How do I look?" I asked. "Is my makeup holding up?" Your nose needs powdering," Lisa said, pulling off her left glove."Literally?"She laughed. "You look radiant," she told me."So do you," I said.She dropped her eyes to the ground and blushed. "Thank you," she said.I watched as she slowly peeled off her other glove, and then coylyreached down into her cleavage and pulled out a compact. "Lean thisway," she said. I did, and she dabbed at my nose and cheeks with somepowder. "Much better,". I told her that my cousin will beat her if he finds out. She asked me to lie to him as well.I was under the influence of alcohol. Kirti bhabhi was wearing a sexy outfit. She was wearing a tight black shirt whose buttons were stretched to the full extent. I could see her white clean cleavage from my seat and was looking at bhabhi’s boobs while talking. She noticed this and put her hand on my hand and asked to me lie to my cousin.I refused and said that if he asks me, then I’ll tell the truth..