I would have assumed he was asleep but the covers were slowly moving up and down in the area of my boy’s winky. “Oh boy,” I thought to myself. �...�What on Earth do I do now if he notices me?” I watched intently for nearly 60 seconds and noticed no movement in his eyes or face. My son has had issues with sleep disorders in the past so I opted not to wake him; instead I turned around and peeked in his closet for a shirt. I found a nice, soft, cottony shirt and pulled it off the hanger. I bunched it. Jisse Manali ko dard aur Rahul ko maza dono hi bohut jyada mil raha tha.Iss erotic pal ka agar koi naam dene ko kehta toh woh naam main deta – ‘Rahul ka maza aur Manali ki saza’. Rahul ko itna maza aa raha tha ki usne apna aankh bandh kar liya, aur iss charam sukh ka luft uthane laga. Udhar Manali ki aankh se aanshu tapak ne lagi aur muh se dard bhari lafz.Manali cheekh te rahi. aur Rahul uss beech apna rass (semen) uski anus mein poora unload kar diya! Manali ki cunt (choot) bhi uss waqt geeli. My mind flashed through the range of issues. It was weird. Not to say illegal and taboo, or taboo at least ... but just a kiss after all. She was needing not to be rejected. But this was Jaz - that meant she might be manipulating me, and also that if I refused she’d find some other guy. Perhaps I could kiss parentally while she kissed sexually?She was wearing a jacket and a shirt and bra, and trousers, so I was reasonably safe from her skin. She was looking generally grown-up in fact: nicely. I didn't ask again. I gave up caring. I gave up worrying as my husband had obviously arranged this. Instead I tried to rock backwards and forwards with my legs up on this guys shoulder as he fucked me senseless. I felt him touch places I never knew existed and in turn, was treated to another blissful orgasm.My legs were slowly lowered as he pulled out again and began to untie my arms. I was near worn out and my pussy was soaked as I felt her throbbing between my legs.As I felt the rush of blood.