She was nolonger screaming, but sobbing with rapture, tears running from hereyes and down her juice-smeared cheeks. Slowly her body became still. ...She sat astride her son, hercunt clamped about his cock, shuddering gently. She leaned forward, resting her head on top of his, gaspingand sucking in air. She felt her son's hands still holding hernaked ass, but he wasn't squeezing now. He was gasping as loudlyas she, his body relaxed beneath her. After a while, Donna slipped her cunt. Those dark, dangerous eyes of his left mine as his hands opened Colin's black jeans. I slid down in my chair, parting my legs until my fingertips grazed the gusset of my panties. My senses shifted to high gear, hearing the rustling of denim, breathing in the scent of male sweat and arousal, smelled my cunt, heard Colin exhale and Michael inhale as Michael's hand slipped inside Colin's pants and withdrew... oh, fuck, a beautiful hard cock. My fingers pressed at my panties, pushing them between. The talk about cock-teasing or prick-teasing. He's talking about getting all excited, about "a guy" getting excited. It's just my unnatural mind thinking about getting him that excited. About what he'd be like if someone, say, me, got him all hard and desperate for release.When he tells me that he does masturbate when mom doesn't want to have sex I'm having even more trouble articulating my defence."I ... uuuh ... see ... we were playing, he touched me a little, I touched him a little, and .... D. mr.mehata ko apne ghar diner pe bolaya tha aur maine aur priya ne wnaki khub khatir ki ti aur abhi ek hapte bhi nahi huwe the ek jaise hi mai apni office pahooncha ki mujhe pwun ne kaha ki sir apko boos ne bulaya hai mai jaise hi unake caibin me pahoonch boos ne mujhe congrech kahaaur mera parmosen lettar mere hath me thama diya maine bhi boos ko thanks kaha to boos ne kaha ki sirf thanks se kaam nahi chalega party deni hogi to maine kaha thik jaroor donga aur fir sham ko jab mai ghar.