I’m back with another story of my ongoing series. About me, I’m Sarfaraz Khan, a 24 year male from a South Indian city. I have been involved with ...omen from almost all walks of life and believe in seduction and sex rather than forcing. I’ve written more than This series is about one of my reader’s moms named Tabassum, a 45-year old lady who loves enjoyment no matter with whom and where. Those who haven’t read the previous parts of the series can read them. So in Altaf’s own words, here goes the. "I want to make you a proposition. I think we've all been under considerable strain recently... and I'd like to offer you my thoughts on at least one of the reasons why..."Jamie knocked back the first martini. He maintained a neutral expression and purposefully said nothing, waiting for her to continue speaking. Meanwhile he looked her over carefully. Why did he have to be the one stuck with a mother like her... why couldn't he have had just a simple little old lady in a rocking chair? She was. He looked out the window again and the water was coming up fast. He tried to recall the brief safety talk before takeoff about what to do in a water landing. Life jackets were in the overhead compartments he remembered. The mother and daughter were crying beside him and looking occasionally at him for any sign of hope. He knew his face was probably telling them all they needed to know. He decided to try to help. ‘Remember the life jackets are in the overhead bins,’ he yelled out for all to. She laughed and said it was a very tame fetish. She asked if I wanted pictures of her sitting over my face. She would do that for me, if I promised her something. I asked what I had to promise. Her reply was that I actually had to lick her while we took the pictures, it would not look real otherwise. She admitted that the thought about sitting above me and let me lick her pussy, really turned her on. She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. She told me to check how fucking wet she was.