”“How?”“For a start why don’t you sit on his lap?” I looked at Vimal. “I hope you wouldn’t mind that?”“Who would.” his eyes were...shinning with pure lust now.The beer had done its job. All three of us had loosened up considerably. We were more or less uninhibited now. But still I noted some hesitation in my wife’s eyes. So I coaxed her.”Come on dear, make his day.” To this she nodded and seductively sat down in Vimal’s lap. he immediately wrapped his arms around her and she too around his. Not this time. I was actually just thumbing the outer area of her asshole, full on rubbing it, while she came on me again. This time, though, was different. She'd obviously just come, but she didn't want me to move. She made me keep massaging until she came again.This only went on for another few weeks before I was massaging her ass under the covers when suddenly the fell off. Even know I'm pretty sure it was actually an accident. But it didn't matter. I'd thumbed my mom's ass for a month. I'd. Eventually his hands reached around to play with my breasts- cupping and squeezing them, to have me purring in no time. I leaned back into him, savouring the tingles as he pulled on one nipple and then the other while his, now hard, cock pressed into my back. He nibbled on my earlobe as one of his hands reached below to tease my clit. He was breathing hard in my ear now and I was no longer feeling relaxed. I needed him. Splashing a great deal of water, I stood up and turned around to face him. I got drunk instead. I was sprawled outon the sofa when my boys came home from the game. Idon’t get drunk very often, so my boys were surprised.“Hey, look at mom! What’s wrong, Mom?” I remember one ofthem saying. “Her skirt’s up to her hips!” another said.“Yeah, she’s always had great legs!” yet another said.“What nice panties!” said the last.“I was going to go out to get laid, but got drunkinstead,” I.