I was working and I had engaged a servant boy of around 11 yrs old to bring my lunch and dinner dabba from the mess as I did not like the hotel food.G...adually my work load increased and I had to engage a maid and so I told my servant boy to arrange a maid for cleaning the house and washing my clothes. He told that his mother is at home and she can work so I agreed and he brought his mother.Her name was Nirmala and she was a typical bihari women around early thirties and she had a wheatish. I was so horny that as soon as I looked at her, I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She hesitated at first but then seemed to give in. I pulled her in and closed the door behind. We were having a really hot moment. Our lips were locked tongues playing with each other.We could taste each other’s lipstick. I started moving my hands over her back and squeezed her ass. She then got back to her senses and pushed me away slowly. I thought she didn’t like it, maybe she didn’t like me.. He kept on batHindg nude and mom came inside Home smiling and now sundar worn His lungi and went inside my mind started to njoy aand told tat its time for sundar to fuck mom and now mom brougHt tHe food for sunadar and tHe meals are Heavy cHicHen gravy and brinjal kostHu and drumstick wHicH is an natural vaigra and mom kept it to Him sHe was smiling at Him and sundar eat all tHe drumstick and now mom kept some more and He told Her no no its enougH and mom smiled at Him and told tat its good for. They talked of foreplay, climaxes and positions, all of which I knew to be far more romantic, intimate and wondrous than their blokeish bluster gave credit for.But one of them mentioned something that stopped me in my tracks, glad that the glass I almost dropped was empty. Now this I hadn't tried. Would I want to, though? It sounded a bit revolting but this lad (did I mention, they were all four pantie-wetting good-lookers?) was enthusing about it with missionary zeal.I couldn't imagine Frank.