We must practice my son and now get ready.He quickly removed his kurta pyjama and stood in his traditional cloth lined underwear with its cord hung ov...r. I got up and removed my nightie in a flash. Now, there we stood, my son and I, in my lace and flowers, ready to mate. I closed my eyes and told my son to do the same and take the name of the holy one, as to his command we were mating. I asked him to pay homage to and visualise Lord kamadeva mating with his mother, Rati for a great cause.As we. Dad was a World War II fighter pilot with enough kills to be an ace, but it didn't make any difference to him; he just liked to fly. He had flown with some kind of barnstorming group before the war. While barnstorming, he was inspired to sign up and he was sent to learn how to fly fighters. He met my mom about that time, immediately married her, and started creating my sister. In the war, he flew P-47s in Europe, and P-51s later in the Pacific. He said he trained in P-38s, but never flew them. I think she was timing me. When I started pumping again, she took up her story. “Where was I? Oh, yes, straddling Tommy and taking his cock out of his pants. Well, he got hard instantly and he was truly big. I looked down and saw his tip making a bulge in my skirt. We both laughed at that. But anyway, there it was, pressing against my wet pussy. What else could I do but raise myself and slip it into me? It felt great, filling me up. You’re a guy. Do you think it felt good to him to have me take. I holding her lightly as they walked and she led him to our car, she was so drunk it took her a row or two to find it. I ducked down to watch. He had her in front of the car as directed and I turned on a remote hidden dash cam Charlotte did not know about.As this point I saw him turn her and try to kiss her, she pushed him away and turned her face. I later on cam caught that she said, "no, I am not that drunk, I love my husband" and Ed caressed her and said OK. Her then kissed her neck and ran.