I let my hands feel my boobs and I delicatley squeezed them. The telephone kept ringing but I didn't care. They could leave a message for all I cared....I felt my nipples get hard and I took of my shirt. I stopped wearing a bra when I'm at home because it makes my boobs sore. I was getting wet and I couldn't take it anymore. I took off my panties and looked in the mirror and turned to see my ass. It was soft and hairless. I wanted Tyler to grab me by my ass and touch me. I bent over and saw my. My father and my mother got divorced some 6 months back. Since then my mom has been all alone. I have been staying with my mom and we both stay together. Now, I have had the fantasy of fucking my mom since a very long time. Also, I am completely aware of the fact that my father has been a big bastard and he has not been able to satisfy her sexual needs since a very long time. Infact, the other day I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone and saying “Iska toh lund khada hona kaafi saalo se. When Rachel moaned instead of answering Chris reached around her and gave her pussy an open handed slap that made her press back against him and whimper. Her clit tingled and so did her spine. Chris growled in her ear as her ass pushed tighter against his engorged cock. “Answer me or I might just pull away from you and walk right out of here,” Chris said in a menacing voice. “Yes… Yes I am…”Rachel blurted quickly, unable to stand the thought of him not touching her anymore. “That’s a good. May I suggest that it would be wise for you do so now, before we enter the terminal building?" This was something I'd seen on the web site but deemed that surely could only apply to native women, not white guests invited into their country. Invited, so I'd been told, by the country's second in command.I turned and noticed that the other women had opened their blouses and some sort of cup on the underside supported their breasts and thrust them forward. They seemed proud of them or perhaps it.