We live in a three-storied building in which we stay on the third floor. We have two security guards working in two shifts. The morning guard was Prad...p (name change). He was a very muscular guy and married and was working here.My mom was 48 years old and kept herself fit by regular workouts at the gym and doing yoga and going to parlors. Her stats were 36-28-36, and she was a very hot milf. Whenever she wears a saree, her hot ass and boobs would be popping out. As it was lockdown, I could not. They have something planned for this afternoon and won't be home. So if you want lunch, you had better get there soon," Tara informed us. We headed for the portal to our house while Muriel and Tara stayed to finish their work."Good, Tara found you," Mother Margie said as we entered the kitchen with the O'Neill sisters."Oh, hello girls!" Mother Katie added when she saw them behind us. "Would you like to eat also or would you just prefer some tea?" Tea. please, Mrs. O'Connell," Annie answered. We. More oil was poured down my stomach where here hands trailed down to my sides. This continued down my legs where she nibbled the inside of each thigh sending shivers back to my pussy. I tried begging her to lick my clit, to give it some sort of attention, but to no avail that gag prevented any words from escaping. All of a sudden I felt it. Her hands moved up to my pussy lips and spread them apart. I thought it was time to get some relief when all of a sudden hot oil was dripped on my clit. I. Meet me by the main gate to the football field, okay?" Sure," Anna yelled above the cacophony of two-hundred teenagers all getting up and talking at the same time. "Football ... sixth period ... I'll be there." Foootttballl ... I'll beee therrr ... ooh Brad," Stephanie teased. "My God, Anna, are your panties wet? You're acting like you just met the Jonas Brothers or something. Come on, it's just Brad."Anna wasn't about to let Stephanie burst her bubble. "Just Brad? And how often has Brad talked.