” She paused carefully. “Maybe you’ve imagined me say … taking a shower?” The boy glanced up at his mother as she leaned back provocativ...ly. “Huh Albert? Do you ever imagine the hot, steaming water running over me … over my nude body, me lathering myself, touching myself. With all those hormones running around in you. It’s only natural that sometimes you might think of me in ways that are … less than innocent.”“I don’t Mom!” he responded defensively.“I see. So if I said. I looked at her face, she was full of sweat.I pulled her closer and started kissing again her lips, her neck. Then I got lower at her belly button and then fingered her pussy very roughly. As I inserted just 2 fingers, she moaned loudly, “Kaminey aahista se daalna tha ungliya poori ek dum daal diya madarchod.”I said, “Saali chinaal teri chut to ab bhi tight hai, aur bohot wet hai.” She said, “Haan mera husband mujhe zyada nahi chodta tha isliye ab tak bhi tight hai. Aaj tu meri chut ko loose. Well goodness ... you're just..." I'm ... what?" Why, you're just perfect for what I need," she said.It was now about three months since I had discovered that Kathryn had male companionship, and about six or seven months since I had first become her launderer. I had fallen into a comfortable role of servant every Monday and Thursday, the highlights of my week.And every time as I did her laundry - smelling and kissing and worshipping each piece of clothing - or cleaned her apartment - cleaning. "Aggghh!" Irene protested and then suddenly with a blinding pain he was inside her.Pain melded to pleasure as the full joy of two cocks filing her seeped through her drunken consciousness as she raised her legs and wrapped them around Tom for maximum pleasure as they moved slowly around the room while double fucking her.Sandra meanwhile was serving drinks, "Get that down thee cock," she suggested to a middle aged greying chap wearing a green cardigan and little else."I'd rather cock you," he.