As I lay in my bed, I thought that at least she was fixed, she can’t get pregnant. But what happens when she wakes up with a wet cunt and a wet spot... I was so scared of what would happen. My fears were for naught as the next day was like any other day.Winter came and my parents did not go drinking very often when there was snow. I was hooked I wanted to find a way to fuck my Mom. Well, in truth, there was no fucking, I was really just masturbating in Mom, and I was loving it. I wanted more.I. Ager main unhain essa karne ko bolu to jane vo mere baare kya samjhenge lekin aj raat muje vo pahle jessa majaDe taki main apni sex life se full setisfy rahu or didi ne mere underwear main hath daal kar mera lund pakad liya mene kaha didi utar do na fir aram se pakad lena tab didi ne mera undearwear utara or meje nude kar diya orMene didi ki t shirt utari tab didi ne cream colour ki bra pahni thi main didi ke 36 size ke boobs bra ke uper se hi masalne laga or unke lips kiss karne laga mera lund. It was as if I wasn't here, that I didn't exist. That wasn't unpleasant at all, it only made me feel funny. Also it seemed a little kinky, as if I was watching my mistress cheat on me with another woman. The last ten minutes had been very enjoyable, hell the hard-on in my pants was testimony to that. I could also feel my heart beat hard and fast, it seemed to vibrate my entire body. Was I weird, watching my mistress have sex with another woman? I thought, I was just a little. But, fuck it, I. ‘And what are you having, Charlotte?’ ‘Oh, an orange juice I think,’ she answered. ‘Nothing stronger?’ wondered Clarissa quizzically, but this was what Emily poured into a glass which shone an orange triangle onto her apple-shaped breasts. She then made a note on a piece of paper of the purchases. The girls chose a table which seemed unnecessarily hidden for such a relatively quiet place. While they chatted about work and colleagues, Charlotte gazed about the room examining the other.