” She would glance behind her to see if anyone was awake or sneaking up behind her, then she would lower her panties and with both her hands on each...side, spread her cunt and gently lift it and feed it to the camera. The entire computer screen would have her cunt on display for me, and I’d increase my pace.She encouraged me by saying, “Aur mutthi mar. Tera lund is kutiya ki choot mein ek din zaroor hoga. Mera pati to ab tu hai meri jaan. Marta rahe muthi. Mein teri kutiya hoon sirif. Hai…tera. Didn't matter how I felt. It was like I was mind-controlled or something. That was insane, and so was having a threesome with my mom and her MILF best friend.Mrs. Best slid her panties off. She had a trimmed, blonde bush gleaming with her juices. Dewdrops beaded her curls, her pussy lips peeking through. She stepped out of her panties, tits jiggling and quivering. Then she smiled and walked over to me. She straddled my head and lowered herself to my face.Mom undid my belt buckle as Mrs. Best. Why do you think you chose to sleep with your mother’s best friend?’ Ava let her gaze rest on the Doctor’s lips and was rewarded when she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. ‘You’re the shrink, why don’t you tell me?’ she asked, flinching at the bitterness in her own voice. Dr. Prescott ignored the question and looked down at the notepad, ‘How old is your mother’s best friend?’ ‘I think she’s in her early forties.’ It was a lie. Cynthia was in her mid-thirties at most, but Ava suspected that. We sat on the couch, and I put on some music. I asked if she wanted to watch a movie, and she said not especially. She just wanted to sit on the couch and talk some more. We continued our conversation with the music playing in the background. A nice slow song came on and she asked if we could dance. I placed my arms around her and said sure. We swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes, and held each other close. At the end of the song, we kissed softly again. She said she was still.