She asked if I would like some company and so the following evening found us on our way to the movies. We made small talk on the way and discussed our...favorite things. Hobbies, books we read, and our favorite films. We found we had a lot in common.The movies was a space opera of the usual sort and did nothing to excite either one of us. We stopped at a corner store and got coffee to go and started for the beach for a walk in the sand.Barbra, turned to me and said, ‘What do you do when you need. The next day seemed to be a different day. Both of us went ahead with our works. After breakfast, we started to get ready for the moment. We shared the whole house of cleaning. My mom took care of the kitchen and the first bedroom. I took care of the other bedroom and drawing-room.It was a little tiring, but the room became neat and clean. Then I went took a bath. By the time I got ready, mom had opened the door. She was wearing a brinjal-colored sari with a matching silk blouse that I bought. “Why don’t I fuck you instead?” She laughs mockingly, “Why don’t you make me?” “Maybe I will.“ Gripping her hair harder I pull her down, forcing her to drop to her knees while I untie my sweats and let them drop to the floor.She grips at my boyshorts and rips them down to my ankles, leaving claw marks down my thighs. “And here I thought I couldn’t make you cum.““You better try your fucking best then, eh.“ She brings her head forward and slides her tongue along my slit, goosebumps cover most of. It was hard, really fucking hard, with a sheen on the skin that betrayed its fullness. I was pretty sure mine looked pretty much the same.The taut skin of his dome was a light pale brown with a purplish hue. The length of his shaft jumped and flexed as his heartbeat transposed in its movements. I crouched and rolled the cloth, letting my fingers graze his hips as I pulled it off and away. Then I slid them down, halfway to his base. I was greeted by warm, hard, throbbing, flesh. Similar to mine.