”Mom: “Do you think you can handle my weight”Me :”sure mom I don’t think you weigh more that those college girls anyway.”Mom : “Then why...don’t you get on your knees and let me be the judge of that”.Me : “okay sure”So I was on my knees and she got up and she stood astride me I was able to see her beautiful legs and instantly wanted to kiss them but controlled myself. She then slowly lowered her ass on my back but i was not feeling any weight on me. I asked her whether she is putting all her. (not sex). Then I said after marriage losing her virginity common for all. This speech made her very exited and she started talking with me about sex. She asked me what my opinion about doing sex is. I replied doing sex is a very normal thing. It is just satisfaction and enjoyment of to bodies. While sleeping, I hugged her and said her that this is my common habit to hug sleep partner. She said, “No problem” and she hugged me too and said, “Your wife will be happy to sleep with you.” My cock. She also knew that the Crown Prince Gamel, her son, had died with his father and that some high officials had flown to England to bring back the new Emir, who had been taken to England by his mother after Djamilla's youngest son had died. The laws of succession were peculiar in Kobekistan and this twenty-three year old post-graduate mathematician would be the new Emir by virtue of being older than his cousins. Djamilla had no idea what he might do when he arrived in a couple of days. I listened closely for words but all I heard were indecipherable moans, breathy whispers, whimpering cries, soft mutterings and erratic grunts. I sat up in my bed and realized the very “sexcapades” I remember playfully admonishing you about before I became your roommate was actually happening right next to me. I was hardly shocked, but a little turned on instead. I am by nature a confirmed voyeur, and this I freely admit. But this kind of eavesdropping inspired a brand new.