My mother had not pinned her saree against her blouse till now and as such the top of her saree faltered from her shoulders in her motions. Looking fr...m behind I could see my mother's sexy cleavage very clearly and could not resist taking a deep breath."How do they look like?" My mother asked teasingly."Just a pair of water melons," I said while my hard prick was pressing against my mother's sexy ass. My hands reached to her blouse to get a feel of her huge breasts and ended up squeezing them a. “Don’t just suck my cock, suck all of me. Eat me. Make all of me feel good.”He took one hand and put it on his balls, then took the other, and placed my hand under his white intern’s smock to feel that wonderful hairy chest. He was really hairy all over, and I could feel his curly pubes on my forehead, his wiry hairs on his balls, but best of all I could tangle my fingers in his thick chest hair. It was really like a mat. I remember how good he smelled – no perfume, no deodorant, just man. A. When I walk back into the office, clad in the sexy little bikini, pandemonium erupts. The bikini leaves little to the imagination, it reveals almost every mouth watering inch of my luscious female body. It's the closest these guys get to seeing me naked and they go absolutely nuts.A chorus of lusty male approval – wolf whistles, grunts and groans, shouts – "oh god she's SO fucking hot!" – accompanies my every move. A dozen pairs of longing male eyes hungrily follow me as I sashay across the. ?No. I don’t think I would mind that at all.? I wasn’t sure how she meant to do that, but I was down for anything if it would make her feel better or even distract her a little bit. She returned my hug.?Come on then. You’re going to bed with me.? She took a step back and held out her hand for me, which I took and followed her to the bedroom. I understood sex as a de-stressor, but that had never really been her style, so I was a little bit confused.When we got to the bedroom she told me to.