But my husband compelled me to change back to the saree saying ‘Shame on you! Your son is next to you and you are wearing this flimsy thing???”‘...ittle did he know?!?’ Apart from this nightly event between me and my son we three had an excellent weekend. That night we went to bed early as Arun’s papa has to get up early for work. So we had more time to play around. That night Arun opened every button on my blouse and also released the saree and petticoat. He didn’t whisk the garment below my. He looked like he was nervous about getting closer to flannel man, but stepped up cautiously. He touched the tip of his cock to her young lips and slid it back and forth across them. I think we all nearly came when she started sucking really softly on the head. She knew exactly what was going on. The alcohol had obviously lowered her inhibitions, but she made no attempt whatsoever to stop this. The big guy obviously loved what was going on, and shouted “come on boys. Let’s use this dirty. Jutta ran a hand over the silk of her own robes, unconsciously imagining the Count’s hands upon her. The Count picked up Maria and carried her to the fountain. They washed one another, splashing and laughing, until Maria sank to her knees. To Jutta’s horror, and excitement, the lustful nun took the Count’s member into her mouth. The Count leaned against the coping of the fountain and Jutta thought she could hear him moan. Jutta had heard of how French whores were reputed to service men with. Be patient. I’ll be back.”I had stood. I nodded and sat back down. She went back into the bedroom area. I waited.It was over a half hour before she returned. I could hear a shower running. Morgan sat in my lap and I embraced her. “She’s showering. Evan, she went on one of her dates. The guy got her drunk and left her at a party where she was gangbanged by many guys. They were rough and hit her when she protested some sex acts. Evan, she’s in pretty bad shape mentally. She is listening to me.