I was staring at it.I realized Shruti was also staring at Anjali’s cleavage. Man, she would have been jealous of Anjali’s huge tits. Anjali was ba...k in normal position but still, Shruti was staring at her boobs. Anjali continued with her pen play. She would sometimes grab her t-shirt and pull it over to have a look on her bra.I don’t know what she was doing. We continued our test. It went on for like an hour. Our test was done. Shruti went to the kitchen to grab some water. Anjali was checking. I just walked over to the door, closed and locked it, and walked right back to her. Only this time I pushed my tight little package out a little, directly in line with her face. An instinctive "do me" pose! But I was even more shocked at her response. Without saying another word she started drawing the outline of my stiff cock with a single fingertip! This felt great and my cock grew even harder. But as good as it felt, I knew I wanted more. "Give it a little squeeze" I whispered."You really. I was going to fuck my mother, I was going to be rich, my dad was dying' All of this was going through my head at once, the one thing for sure was that my dick had latched on to the fact that I was going to fuck my mother. Tell me sex isn't half mental; last night I had part of a three girl orgy, I had left there drained, if anything my balls were almost on vapor lock, now here I was, less than 12 hours later and my dick was screaming, unleash me, I'm ready, PUT ME IN COACH."UN dad, I mean. …. The desire on all sides was even greater. … I received D. a brief two-prater, stockings and boots, after a little small talk of everything and that, I went on the offensive spread his legs a bit and gave direct insight, it was not long before D. his hand approached my wet column and held with his finger causing games that made me even more humid , My friend leaned meanwhile laid back and watched the spectacle as I had presented myself and smiled at me, nodding his head to, I enjoyed how.