Naked. A rustle He craned his head and saw her. Catherine Trace wearing the sexiest pieces of lace that he ever saw. Her milky white breasts pushed up...and almost spilling over her bra, her small waist that leads to her crotch covered with the smallest piece of almost transparent red lace, her legs that seems to go on and on perched on thin stilettos. He swallowed and asked, “How did you get here?” Catherine leaned down and whispered. “Shut up. It doesn’t matter. You’re my toy for the night and. I was again astonished looking them in that outfit. It was 11 pm and we started boozing. We had a few sips of 150 years imported wine from her uncle’s collection. And then the conversation started.Rajitha: Arjun., okati adagana ninnu? (Arjun, shall I ask you something?)Me: Adugu vey. (Yes, carry on.)Rajitha: Nuvu intha handsome ga untaavu kada, niku girlfriend enduku ledu? (You look so hot and handsome. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?)Me: Haha, good 1 vey, naku love mida nammakam ledu, naku. Make me be a dirty slut."I was caught up in a frenzy of sliding my hard cock deep into Veronica's ass and hearing the sound of my balls slapping into her dripping pussy. Each time I hit bottom inside her hot well lubed ass channel, she grunted in a most unladylike way. The grunts soon gave way to a series of little wails of pleasure as her orgasm drove her to release her fluids from her pulsating pussy. I dipped my finger into the gooey mess and brought it up to my nostrils. Her pussy scent was. He went to his room saying nothing more. I just sat there on the couch thinking, “Why did I do this?” Next morning, I woke up. It was quite early. I went to my room and got fresh, took a shower and then went to the kitchen. I made breakfast just like I used to do daily, but things were going to be a bit different today between my son and I; I knew that. “Breakfast is ready, Adam,” I said as I saw my son in the living room. “I’m getting late, Mom,” he replied and left. He didn’t even look at me..