My son is downstairs.Sharif: Please, aunty. It’s been ten days that we didn’t fuck each other.Saying so, he just pulled my mom’s pallu off her s...oulder. He licked all the gulab jamun juice from her neck to cleavage. My mom enjoyed everything he did to her. She moaned softly and immersed his head into her cleavage, where he kissed over her blouse.After a few moments, she said, “Enough for today, I have to go,” and stood up to leave. Before I hurried downstairs, he pulled her back and took her. Words alone cannot describe this one piece of wonder.It was the night before my scheduled date of test. I was sitting on the bed before her. She was busy doing something on her lappy when she asked me the question.“What would you do if I were your girlfriend?”I looked at her. She was busy doing something in her laptop. I ignored her question and kept studying.“What would you do if I were your girlfriend?” She asked again. I looked at her. She was staring right into my eyes. I went near her and. Cynthia was long and lean, standing just a couple inches shy of six feet, with the fine, toned muscles developed via volleyball, basketball, and track-and-field. Her endurance was amazing and she had set new records in both the 5k and 10k races that past spring at the state finals. She also enjoyed skiing and, given her endurance, the ski coach had been trying to talk her into joining the team to fill in the hole they'd had since both of their long distance skiers had graduated. Worried that it. "That's Aunt Mary," I heard Martha say in a surprised tone. "And she's naked!"I looked at Martha. "You're naked too, Martha," I said. "We're all naked."I adjusted gain and contrast to get as good a picture as possible as Mom and Aunt Mary stopped in the shallow end of the pool to kiss and hug and feel each other up. I looked at the girls around me. Three naked girls surrounded me. That was a total of four large, luscious breasts, two small tits, two neat hairy pussies, and one clean-shaven.