Wo thora muskurai and wohan se chali gai, 5 minute ke bad ek tiffin box le kar sidha us kamre me chali gai jis kamre ki jikar wo ki thi pahle,thori de... bad wo mujhe awaj lagai, sir please a jaiye,lunch is ready, mai thora ashamanjash me par gaya,mai uthkar kamre me gaya dekha kanchan plate par paratha,bowl me dal,kuchh sabji,salad parosh kar khar hai, muskura kar boli,sir yehan ye nahi chalega ki ap bhukha rahe and ham log sab lunch karen, ap khana kha lijie please, mai puchha kanchan aap kiska. Aiming, intensity and spot size were all controlled from a panel that looked like it had come out of a ‘Star Trek’ set. From her positon in the control booth, Lisa could see the stage, and control each one of the spotlights from her console.Chris was in the middle of programming the main lighting controllers; he would allocate a number of individual lights to a particular ‘bank’, and then assign one or more banks to a set of operations – fade up, fade out, whatever he wanted it to do – which. With the index fingers on both hands she hooked her inner lips and opened her self up wide. I went to work on her clit and slid my middle finger into her love hole. As her pussy relaxed I used two and then three fingers. She stopped breathing and arched her back as she came. It was so violent that she f***ed my fingers out. I watched as the opening of her pussy clamped down and then relax over and over again. She told me that she wanted me to take her like I had done Lesly the night before.. That's when I noticed that I was hard. I waited a few minutes then decided to spy on my mother. I walked up stairs and creeped slowly towards my mother's room. Damn, the doors closed. I put my ear to the door and heard nothing. Then the sound of the shower came on. I waited a minute then quietly opened the door and walked into the room. I turned to the left where the bathroom is and saw that her door was open.I slowly walked in the bathroom and spotted my mothers clothes on the floor. I looked.