My mother who used to be a timid housewife at Gulburga soon started changing herself to the surroundings of Mumbai and within a couple of years after ...eaching Mumbai, my mother looked like a typical Mumbai modern lady with her short hair and excessive cosmetics. She got enrolled herself in as many clubs as she could and soon became as active as my father was in his business. Although our family looked like a very well knit one from outside, I knew that our parent's were getting distanced from. But he didn't say anything about it for days. Maybe he's just going to let it drop, she thought. After all, her father wasn't an old fart. He was only about forty, very trim and good- looking himself, with dashing grey temples and a square jaw. Women found him wildly attractive.He would understand how Shari and John had simply been unable to stop themselves. Wouldn't he? She even found herself recalling how long he had looked at them fucking like that before he turned and left her room. He had. He finally pushed me over the edge when his lips locked around one of my nipples and his tongue started rapidly flicking it. I moaned loudly into his shoulder as once again my body was overcome by waves of pleasure and my pussy convulsed violently round his cock. as I slowly came down from my lofty heights he continued to pound into me although he was flagging a little, he had kept up an impressive pace for at least a quarter of an hour. I decided that I needed to pay him back. I put my hand on. She asked me for a hug, to which I happily bent down and hugged her. This hug was deep and meant more than the normal pat of the backs. We were connecting in her time of pain. She invited me into the bed by lifting the sheets, I crawled in and snuggled up for a few hours. Some time later, we woke up. I in the mood to get out of the house and stretch my legs a bit suggested that we drive to LA and hit a club. She fought me for some time, but in the end she gave in. We went out and had a few.