“I guess you sucking all our cocks today taught you how to appreciate the sweet things in life!!” commented Chris.“Please don’t talk to me th...t way anymore!!! I learned my lesson already!!” cried Michelle.“I can talk to you anyway I want, you fucking racist Asian bitch!!” Chris getting up from his seat and shouting at her very loudly and very emotionally.“Please don’t be angry with me!!” she begged.Michelle was afraid that Chris was going to go hard on her.She now knew that they had been. “You want me to fuck you?” He said. I nodded, not sure what was going on. “Then make me want to.” He finished.I figured what the fuck. And turned my back to him and tried to shake my butt like girls did when they were dancing. “Strip” he said. So I pulled off my sweatpants so I was just in my boxers over the thong, and a t shirt and sweatshirt. I took off the sweatshirt next. Then he said “that shirt too.” This surprised me as we had never taken our shirts off. I wasn't fat or anything but I. He remained perfectly still. Then she reached around his thighs, grabbed his testicles drawing them back between his legs pressed tightly within their sac. Holding them tightly, she pressed her middle finger to her thumb and flicked first one and then the other four times each in rapid succession. His hips writhed but he maintained his silence. His cock had begun to leak. She undressed and put on a sheer black nylon nightie which fell to just above her knees and cradled her breasts. Taking a. " Saying this my mother went into the bathroom which is inside the room only in the corner.Now i felt my heart beats going very fast. I felt blood rush seeing my wet shivering mother. I had never seen her like this before. Suddenly, i starting feeling something different. My mother is a normal brown coloured Indian wife, not too fair not too dark. She is average height and has a little much weight. But she doesnt have a flab and her belly has soft skin that hangs out a little. Her face is so.