In the middle was a mushroom like stool on which I sat with my back to the curtain. A music track started outside in the bar and Sylvia began to gyrat... around me. The mirrors let me see her body from every angle as she moved around me and sensuously swayed to the music. She brushed her breasts, bottom and stocking clad legs against me. To my amazement she ran her fingertips along the bulging ridge of my hard erect shaft through my jeans and playfully fingered my zip. I spread my legs wide in. She had an hourglass structure. By looking at her figure any guy can’t stop getting a hard-on.She was a good friend of my mother, she recently shifted in our apartments. Slowly I came to know that because of her father’s death she was forced to marry at a young age of 20. Her husband was a man with a dark complex of age 35. He runs a retail shop so he used to leave home early by 8 and used to come late at 10.As good neighbors our both families became close. Suma used to pass a smile whenever. .." I ain't no whore," Fiona shouted. "I don't charge." Angelina snorted and Fiona's eyes barely moved as her hand jutted out from her side and smacked her nemesis in the stomach. "The underclass ... they're rebelling," Fiona snapped and pushed Angelina out of her bedroom as Jenny watched on in horror."So that was it," Fiona cried as she watched her boyfriend pocket the black ball. "Little cunt said I'd be a whore." You'd never be a prossie," Greg said with a smile. "Whores aren't allowed to. My lips met hers and that's when I knew I had her. We kissed slowly at first but then we were kissing passionately and out of control. My mom had her robe on but I took it off to see those perfect pair of tits. I grabbed them with my hands and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. She started moaning in between our kisses and I continued my way down her body.By this time we were soaked in water but neither of us cared. I sat down on a bench that was on the balcony. My mom then sat on my lap and.