", mumbled Dennis, staring hungrily at his mother's glistening cuntslit.He was still in a state of shock. He couldn't believe his mother was actually ...oing this... it must be a dream! He felt her fingers wrap around his prick and gasped with delight. Nope!... it certainly wasn't a dream! That is, unless he'd died and gone to heaven!Her son's cheek was on her inner thigh, only inches from her pussymound. She could feel his hot breath on her slit, which by now was screaming for some sort of. (ye kahkar me uthkar, uski chair ke pichhe chala gaya..aur kandhe par hath rakh diya).She: (vo phir se sharmane lagti he)..oh no sir, aap kya kah rahe…(dhire se..) me bura kyo manungi aapki kisi bat ka…(and then smile and look at me).I got this as green signal and just lowered my face and kiss on her cheek. She just smiled at me and rubbed her cheek where I kissed.I: oh Nilima, tum kitni pyari ho..lagta he..tumhe bahut pyar karu…(kahkar mene uske galo par hatho se sahla diya aur jhuk kar phir. The back of her panties had disappeared in to her ass cheeks,and in the front the panel was plastered to her skin.Her tits were plainly in view since her bra was soaked. When she finally finished,she put the bucket away and rinsed out the sponge.She went into the computer room and knelt where she had earlier. "Finished?" "Yes Sir." He turned to face her.She knew she was not looking her best.Her hair hung in strands.She knew she may as well be naked,her bra and panties were so. Mrs. Stonebergger, who was sobbing quietly, had what appeared to be a broken arm and was otherwise badly battered and bruised. Betty's dress had somehow been torn and ripped with the top of it hanging below her waist, just her chemise and corset covering her above the waist. She was also quite battered and bruised and was holding her right side ribs while she moaned in pain.Jesse said, "Unfortunately, we can't relax yet, I think, from what little I know of such storms, that we are in what is.