The initial hesitation of our first kiss was quickly replaced by another more forceful, more passionate … and another after that. Her hand had found...my zipper and she struggled with it as mine ran underneath the sheerness of her negligee onto her smooth warm skin and found an erect nipple. I began playing the soft tip between my fingers and heard her breath quicken. “Come with me,” she said and stood up. Taking my hand she led me to her bedroom and turned to kiss me again. Her fingers found my. To my surprise – its Vim. Vim standing there, all washed up in a pair of slacks and lose t shirt. Looking very very nice. I just stared at her, considering my dressing sense was seriously crap shorts without undies and a worn out t shirt – not to mention the slightly hard semi erected dick from reading the first story of the evening on ISS.I “Hi, is everything Ok?” assuming there would be something shit wrong with her room that I would need to resolve and I was in no mood to handle the snobs,. James ogled his mother's breasts openly. He could almost make out the nipple on her left tit as it was held tight by the black lace bra. He caught himself when he realized she had stopped talking and looked into her eyes. Unashamedly he let her read his hungry gaze. "Remember your promise. If you say you will do something for someone you had better come through. I'm counting on you." Debbie said. "Don't you mean Mrs. Johnson is counting on me?" James asked. "Yes, yes of course," Debbie said,. Now I always live with my sister-in-law (Asha) who lives with her husband (Prakash) and son (Jimmy) in the posh area of as Vile Parla (W). My brother- in-law, Prakash is an Area Manager of South region for one of the well known pharmaceutical companies. Prakash too has to travel extensively throughout south and is hardly remains at home. Now, I will tell you about my extra marital life for which I have to take you way back in the last week of July of 2001. As usual, I left Dubai for Mumbai on.