We use to chat almost everyday and slowly we stopped discussing about studies and use to discuss other topics. He use to ask about my hobbies etc.. an... i use to ask him how can he manage to live alone and many other things. One day he asked me do i have a bf? i said NO… he told i don’t believe. i asked why? he told that I’m beautiful and sexy then why don’t i have a bf? i said that i never wanted and changed the topic. Normally we use to chat general topics but since we use to chat everyday so. She calmly got over my pussy and let hers come onto mine. Then we both closed our legs and began grinding our private parts together. We kept eye contact again, and our mother/daughter intimacy went up even more.Our juices combined just made the perfect combination and contaminated the sheets. She began moving a bit and let our pussies pleasure one another. Both of us moaned incessantly, but nothing could really be made out.Both of us just tried to deal with the pleasure, and after every single. Some portions will be a consolidated view, particularly when we had no significant difference of perception or the events were less personally emotional.In reviewing our almost decade of dallying, we have outlined about a dozen key phases and some individual incidents which were significant and would present what we think will be entertaining and hopefully arousing reading. We also think that in putting to paper our story, we will discover more about each other and we will become even closer. She then naughtily said, Sirf dabaate hi rahoge yaan aagey bhi kuch karoge and pushed me on my bed for the first time, my focus shifted from her wild huge tits to her bottom and I started massaging her inner thighs and kept playing near her pelvic area with my fingers every time and my fingers used to reach around her pussy, her breath became heavy and she arched her body backwards knowing that she was enjoying this.I deliberately kept teasing her and suddenly she pulled my hand and pressed it.