Or khud bahar aa gaye. Mummy yahan bhi bahut roye jaa rahi thi. Maine mummy ko chup karane ki bahut kosis ki lakin mummy nhi mani. Phir thodi der bad ...ummy rote rote hi son gayi or phir mai bhi so gaya. Sham ko jab mai utha tab maine dekha mummy chupchap beithi hai or gahari soch me dubi huyi hai. Mujhe papa ke upar bahut gussa aa raha tha. Tabhi door pe knok huyi. Or uncle under aaye. Uncle chayi lekar aaye the. Uncle ne pahle mujhe chayi di phir mummy ko dene lage lakin mummy mana karne. 15 I heard my doorbell ring. My heart was beating fast and I could not control my excitement. It was Maitreyi at the door dressed up in a three fourth jean bottoms and a tight black T.Shirt. Her face was as beautiful as ever and her beautiful perfume smell was just too tempting with her light shiny pink lips just inviting me to smooch her hard. I controlled myself and invited her inside and asked her to feel at home and she sat on the sofa with few paper cutting and files with regards to her. On to the party when we left the house at 7 p.m. I was dressed in a super sheer white blouse with no bra my nipples were hard and the dark large brown circles of my nipples showed clearly though the fabric. I wore a white mini that barely covered my clean shaven pussy when standing up and would let everything show when I’d bend over! The only other apparel I wore was some high stockings. I wore makeup and as my husband said I looked like a real fuck slut. There were only a handful of guys there. Smelling them was a turn on. Actual contact with my sweat made me irresistible to a woman. ‘Come on.’ She said when I was done explaining. ‘How is that possible. Did you slip some drugs into me yesterday? That has to be it.’ ‘No… watch.’ I reached into my arm pit, where there was a touch of perspiration and caressed my wife’s arm with a finger, all the while thinking ‘pleasure’. ‘O GOD! O FUCK!’ she gasped. ‘God I need you! Right now! She jumped off her seat and was immediately on her knees n.