I bite hard, marking her. She locks her jaw, crushing her panties which stifles a whimper. Pussy juice dribbles from the corner of her mouth and drips...onto our tits.Placing her hands on the washbasin, facing the mirror, I then swat her arse. She arches her back, presenting her glistening pussy to me. Her eyes sparkle when she sees how fiery-red my teeth tattoo is on her porcelain skin. From outside, inconsequential chatter from her mistress’s smoking coven drifts into the bathroom.Gripping the. We will talk soon. G. I put my hands under my legs to stop shaking. I do not know what to think other than he wants her so bad. Like achingly bad.“He’s got it bad,” I blurt out.Bell laughs. “But he ain’t getting it bad or otherwise.” She leans over and kisses me deeply on the mouth. One kiss melts my weak ice cream emotions. One kiss to ignite the feelings I have for this amazing creature. Oh, I got it bad, too.I manage to half blurt out some words. “I can speak your language now, yeah?”Bell. Now mom kind of looked at me and I jumped in saying he is good at it and she must try it. Ashu looked at me with a thankful look and as she sat there did an oil massage on her smooth legs.Next night also this repeated and as he was about to sleep mom went into his room to give him a hug.I did not follow her anticipating some action and gave them privacy. Mom came out after five minutes and her shy and blushed look with some guilt, gave me a boner.The next day I and Ashu went to shopping.. I knew she wanted to watch Jay Leno or Drew Carry. Since she came to stay with us, my wife and myself had really tuned her in to some of the American shows. “Friends” was her favorite show. As I sipped my drink, She switched some channels and tuned it to some thing interesting on HBO.That was “Sex and the City”. I knew she had never watched it so she had know idea what was the show about. She finished her drink rather fast to my surprise. I was also about to be done. She must have surely liked.