Her toes were painted in a deep, red color, which Lisa perceived as strange in a working-class girl.Sara had explained that they would share a bed whi...e waiting for another to arrive. Lisa wasn't going to complain - Mr. Karlsson had given her so much. And it was only for a short time. But Lisa remembered back to the bath, and the quickening of her breath while poor Sara scrubbed her back. Lisa had forced herself to interrupt it before the other maid felt how hard her nipples were.She had never. The start of a great weekend.After warming up on the sofa, we went over to her bedroom. Now, both fully undressed, we fell over each other again. No foreplay, just my dick in her still wet cunt. For the first time ever fucking my own mother. It felt great. The voice in my head that told me to not do it nearly disappeared. It looked great. Her whole body vibrated with every thrust. First missionary, than doggy and then she rode herself to an orgasm. At least she tried, I couldn’t hold it any. “Isn’t it time for you to go pick up your dates?”“I’m only picking up one,” I explained. “Rachel and Joan are meeting us at the dance. Um ... you and your dates are welcome to sit at our table if you want. I suppose you’ll be with the upper classmen, though.”“We’ll hang out a while. I promise,” she said. “The Winter Dance isn’t nearly as cliquey as something like prom. Don’t be surprised if other guys want to dance with your dates. There’s a lot of mixing at this dance.”“I’m glad I have your. Next day to bhaiya water sprinkling ke liye bhi nahi aaye. Isliye mummy subah unko dekh bhi nahi saki. Mummy ko ab aur jyada guilty feel ho raha tha. Woh ekdum bechain hone lag gayi thi. Kahi ab Sourav bhaiya kabhi unse baat hi na karein to tab kya karegi woh?Woh jaan rahi thi ke, bhaiya lunch pe bhi nahi aane wale. To unhone decide kiya ke woh khud hi lunch o leke, Sourav bhaiya ke ghar unko de aayengi aur unko sorry bhi bol dengi.Karib 12:30 baje dopahar ko, mummy lunch bana ke bhaiya ke ghar.