.. that feeling that had gone away ratherquickly once watching clips of other slaves suffering but now it?s backand stronger than before as you wonder...what you?ve done.Email received {gulp} and {bigger GULP} NOTED! Noted, what did thatmean? The feeling grows more intense and goose bumps develop all overyour armsTo make matters worse, there?s nothing further. Just "received andnoted". Where?s the "members pictures" or super special videos or thehot steamy stories... who knows, something.... " Now, here's where I play my cards right because I didn't want to seem to eager to see her naked I say no more. But god bless my wife, she starts stripping and then takes Angies clothes off. At this moment I wanted to look to the roof and thank god, jesus, allah, buddah and whatever god there might be for letting me see this amazing exhibit of huge tits and ass! I pull up an arm chair and tell them don't mind me, and they put on a show! They start groping, kissing and licking all over their. His incessant pleading continued and I kept on provoking; with my body language. Moreover, this was the closest that a burqa-clad traditional woman could fathom about miniskirt.Alas, he dropped his bermudas along with the briefs. The moment he dragged the briefs below his dick pop up, he spread his legs, enveloped his hands around the twitching cock and started playing with it. Perhaps, the temptation and testosterone overtook his patience.The poor chap couldn’t contain himself but all this was. I just hadn't looked at her in the capacity of a woman before. I mean she was my mother. You don't look at your mother in that way, do you?!I was looking at mom. She was, as I said before, a rather good-looking woman. Petite I think you would call her. Small I called her at the time. Small in height, in the breast department, small hips and a small ass. She wasn't skinny. She was real curvaceous in her petite way. And the reason I had managed to get her to bed the other nights was that she.