She pat on my face again and uttered – oh so shy. And I was trying to understand her project and she said she already called the web designer to a m...ll – now you will handle him. I told her, will you go like this only. she said yes, so possessive.And we started towards the mall and when she was walking ahead of me and her ass were swinging like anything, she was wrapped in saree like it is laminated to her body. (that moment I was thinking if she doesn’t agree I am ok to go behind bars for her. He laughed at your feeble attempts, the smell of his alcohol from breath drifts toward you.“What’s wrong now? You seemed to like it when people see you whoring around.”He pushed you forcefully back against the railing and lifted the hem of your cocktail dress up your waist as you continue to struggle. But he has you trapped between his legs. He pushed your lacy thong down your thighs.“I guess you’re not wearing a bra?” he asks as he ripped the thin straps of your dress, revealing your breasts. Mommy, make me feel good, do me like you do yourself&hellip,please. The girls voice was breathy and low. I could see the mom moving her fingers over her lips and then her hand humped as she obviously entered herself. The mom squatted behind her daughter reached down and exposed the other little titties and then let her fingers circle each nipple teasing them between her fingers. The girl let out an audible moan as I furiously rubbed my clit with my thumb. The mom stood again and kissed each of. That meeting led to some more lunches which, in turn, had led to trips to a motel. Like me, Tina was a very libidinous person in a marriage that didn’t satisfy that libido. The address Tina had given me was a condominium that had become our love nest for the past few months. A good friend of hers had left the country on a sabbatical from her university teaching job and left Tina in charge of her place. It provided a cozy, private spot for us to meet. We had even spent the occasional night.