“Yes beti. Do say”, replied Ramesh dad.“I was thinking about taking mom with me, to Udaipur, permanently.”” But beti, what about us. Your mo... is our wife. How are we going to fuck her?”, protested Mukesh dad, fucking mom.“Then you all come with me”, I replied. “The 3 of you are over 60 and retired. Come with me and we could live together as a happy family”, I suggested.They all thought for a while and then said, “You got a point.”“So, it is decided then, we are all shifting to Udaipur. Ah... ”“Does that bother you?” I asked.“No. I like looking at you and it tells me that you’re as comfortable with me as any girl you might ever be with.”“Do you know what I’ve figured out?”“Not unless you tell me!”“Hmm, maybe it IS the chrism!” I teased.“You’re an idiot, Petrovich, but you’re my idiot!”“Thank you! What I figured out was that my mom was wrong. It’s not Jocelyn who is the risk if I have difficulties in my marriage.”“And it’s a risk for me, too,” Clarissa replied. “I asked you to make. I stopped the tonguing and replaced my mouth with two long fingers. As I slid them inside you, your pussy clenched around them. I probed, twisting deep in you. Your ass danced above me as you pushed me deeper.You raised your body, supported only by your legs. Your back arched beautifully as you rode my fingers, just as you do my cock. Hips rocking back and forth. juices flowing freely, you were lost in the moment focused on nothing but your sopping, pulsing slit.In moments the hip rolls turned. She liked my dressing up,and that led to our marriage. So, in a way, you are a product of mydressing like a girl." Mom said she was running some errands. You know anything about that?" Not really, but I can guess, and it is my guess that it has to do withSarah."I only grunted a reply and stared at the walls until my mother returned.Mom strode into the kitchen, carrying some bags. "I'm glad you followedmy instructions. Time for us to go up to your room, Sarah."That name again. Yuck!When we.