" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-tu...n at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship...When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the. Then the unthinkable happened. She sighed and murmured, “May every mother be blessed with a son like you, Putta,” and stretched her left leg straight. I started to think if she is in the game of teasing me.In my unsure state of mind, I started to move my hands further down the knee towards her hip. And at one time pushed her garment further. After about 15 minutes she said, “Putta massage my back now, please,” saying this Sowmyakka turned over to her belly.I was stunned by the sight that was. Once composed, they climb up on the couch, and Emma clicks to have the video they just made to play. They hear repeated pings of the computer announcing incoming messages as they watch in wonder the reenactment of what just happened.Doing this gets them both aroused again, and Emma realizes that the two of them will spend many evening in the future watching those videos which Donald had made as she earned each of her pearls.An hour later, they spend time reading all the pinged messages to. Her mom let out a huge sigh as my tongue made first contact with her sweet butthole. And then she reached back to spread her cheeks to give me better access. I knew what she wanted and was not going to disappoint. I began to tongue her asshole as I had so many times, knowing she would cum again hard from this. I reached my hand under her and started to finger her clit as I pleasured her ass with my mouth. I felt as thought someone was standing behind me, and then I felt my wife starting to rub.