She then sat down on the edge of the bed and regally parted her legs for me. I gingerly knelt before her. Wally undid my handcuffs so that I could be ...n all fours as I brought my tongue to her glistening pussy. She was soaking, very obviously aroused by our little game. Wally produced mom's paddle from somewhere. The first I knew of it was when he whacked my ass several times while I concentrated pleasing mom. My moan was stifled by mom's pussy, but the sight of me being beaten by Wally must. ” She proceeded to unhook the blouse. Naani let her remove the blouse.“let me warm you, chechi,” devi massaged her breasts and started kissing her on the lips. She licked naani’s nipple and hugged her close, rubbing her back.“that is nice, devi. Oh! Suck me” naani moaned.Naani removed devi’s mundu, and blouse. They were both naked and were busy rubbing and feeling each other. They kissed deeply and played with their tongues. They both sat down hugging each other. Devi sat astride on naani’s. ”“Why do you think that is?” I asked.“Oh well ... don’t say I said anything,” Mom leaned toward me and put her hand on my forearm, then continued in a confidential tone, “but I think Lennie isn’t paying much attention to her lately.”“Not paying attention to her?” I asked dumbly, and I mean, exhibiting true naivety.“You know ... attention,” Mom said. “Not that that’s all that rare once men get older.”I coughed, suddenly embarrassed, and Mom laughed, truly amused.“I guess I should have thought. Oh, the official curriculum was certainly ordinary enough. A young woman upon matriculation was expected to be familiar with the classics, some mathematics, at least a foreign language or two (I myself am perfectly fluent in French, quite conversant with Latin, and at least cognizant of Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese), and of course possess the varied requirements of etiquette and decorum necessary to make one’s way in society. However, it was the unofficial curriculum that made a graduate a.