“I know it’s like me. I’m not drinking any more, but I’m still an alcoholic. I work through it everyday. If it was just me I’d give you a sh...t. I could never get the Sheriff to sign off on it,” I admitted. I knew it was a PR nightmare in the making.He seemed to take it well enough, but I made a note about it, then sent an email to John just in case.By the end of the week I had a retired court reporter, who was married to a small time lawyer. She was also a grandmother. According to her she had. She elicited cries of consent and profanity as I flicked my tongue in her juicy hole and lapped and sucked at her clit. I extended a finger and ran it around her hole as I continued the battering of her upper area, finally inserting a finger and feeling around for her G-spot. It took a few minutes of erstwhile searching, but after nearly collapsing, a cry of “Fuck!” and a grasping of the hair on my mask’s head, I figured I had found the spot. I kept this routine up until the point of orgasm,. Though he had a girlfriend, he started masturbating imagining his sensuous 47-year-old chubby saree loving mom Vasundhara. The dynamics of his thought process was changing day by day. He started to look at his mother in a very sexual and lusty manner.He kept a tab at his mother’s chats with unknown boys whenever she was asleep. He used to get a hard-on seeing his mom’s nude pics she was sharing with her hangout friends. There were dirty sexually wild conversations between his mom and her. She noticed a slight trembling as his hands neared her lower back. “Are you ok?”“I’m sorry. I haven’t been so close to a woman since my wife died in a car accident 2 years ago. And well, you are a fine figure of a woman. Oh, I hope you don’t mind my forwardness.”“Thank you. That is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a while.”With that, Charles continued to rub the lotion on her back. Patricia, in a moment of daring, reached around and unfastened her bikini top. Charles took that as an.