You tell me to get comfortable on my back. I scoot back a little and spread my legs wide. I'm lying there before you caressing my breasts paying close...attention to my nipples as you lift up one of my legs. You kiss your way from my feet all the way up my inner thigh. You can smell my aroma as you near my sopping wet pussy. You place one hand on the very top and trace my lips with your other while your eyes casually take this all in. You separate my lips to see my gushing little hole. You stick. This story is true and no fake things in the storyMom- 52 yrs oldNitya – 28 yrs oldMe – 30yrs Coming to story we were upper middle class my mom was house wife and lost our dad in our childhood in an accident from there my mom has supported us and has been with us from the start.From childhood me and my sister were attached to each other and used to share everything with them I loving kid to everyone and loved by everyone loved me in the family. It was my father death that destroyed the whole. "Now how about we give this a try? This is going to be interesting." Pat and Grace stood up and suddenly all three of them were pulling Brad towards the back bedroom."Oh nooooo," he wailed. "Don't throw me in dat briar patch!" The three women laughed and giggled until all four of them were finally standing in Samantha's tiny room."Okay, now what?" Pat asked."Now I get naked then I strip down this stud," Sam growled. "It might help him feel more comfortable if you two were naked also." Without. "So, what nearly happened between us two Yvonne, can we go any further down that road?" I think so, if you want it to, Jill," she replied.I didn't think I had ever wanted something so much. She sat there, a picture of perfection, and her talking had made me so randy. Not just the voice, but the conversation and the way she phrased things.We finished our drinks. "Come on Yvonne, I'll show you to your room," I said, my heart beating very quickly.For some reason, I was still unsure whether to make.