She was a doling mother to my wife as on both occasions of when my wife gave birth to our two children she came to nurse her and look after our kids. ...he spoiled my wife and my children with money and gifts. This was again a sore point with me. After my FIL’s death she settled in Calcutta and lived with alone as her two son’s had immigrated to UK. That was another problem as I would have to double up as her son and look after her financial and legal matters. Her husband had left her with enough. I know she was just as excited as I was, but I needed something more than we had done before. I asked her if we could make love.She knew exactly what I was asking and to my incredulous excitement she didn't say no. She just kept hemming and hawing and trying to stall me. But I was having none of that and I pushed her behind the big drapes and undid my pants. I reached out for her hand and wrapped her fingers around my ridged dick and moved her hand up and down in a slow jacking motion.At the. Hell yah. She will enjoy it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson. As she walked along the rough root covered gravel trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a drink of water from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The thin white shirt was now transparent. Her wet tanned stomach stuck to it and the bikini outline showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the little plaid pack sack she brought with her. When the. Finally I raise up again, and this time shucked off my jock, and playfully tossed it onto Marks face. Mark grabs my jock and started rubbing it up and down his chest, and then taking a quick whiff. He was cut deep, and his pecs and abs were like granite. I grab my dick at the base, and squeeze it hard. Then taking the palm of my right hand, rub it across my piss slit, making the juice ooz out even more. Finally Mark stood up, and shucked out of his jeans and boxers as well. I was startled when.