She closed her eyes and was enjoying it.As I was squeezing her boobs, my dick was getting hard and poking her anal area. She was not saying anything. ...uddenly she got up and ran to the kitchen without saying anything. I really don’t want to miss this chance.I followed her to the kitchen where she was standing with eyes closed, front position leaned to the gas stove slab. I stood behind her without touching.Me: What happened Amma? Anything wrong?Mom: I am feeling awkward. I feel like I am. “I’m about to do my toes… What color do you like?’ I held the colors up beside my smiling face so that my whole crotch was vulnerable to him..“Oh, I don’t know...” He said. He went for the tank top… Again... and thumbed my cooch as he grabbed it off my lap.. I creamed up FAST. He held it up next to the colors…I snatched it back and put it back down there…. Tee he he…“Whatever,” he said. “You’re putting them on your toes-ies?” He rubbed my arch until I giggled…“Yes...” I laughed and fought him. After the shower I was taken to my assigned cell and met Bob for the first time. He was a tough looking white guy who didn't waste any time. As I entered the cell the guard said "Bob, here is your new cell mate and laughed" I seemed everyone knew! Bob said hello and was actually nice to me. He asked me what I thought of the shower. I told him it was OK. He said I decided to put that little show on for you so that you would appreciate being my wife. I started to say nothing but I said "I do".. On one of those lazy and drowsy week day, I took leave from my office and had a nice nap and woke up around 1’o clock in the afternoon, got brushed and ate some food and sat idle for some time and opened Omegle to find new friends, whenever I type “Hi”, I get reply as “M”, and got vexed, and about to close the window and then at that point of time I got a message as “F” and felt happy and started chatting with the person and came to know her name is Gayatri and age is 37, and she is very.