Ghabraiye mat”then she said ok…she removed her saree den her blouse .everything could be seen clearly that man was rubbing his dick with his hands...and was staring at her back.She was making him uncontrollable. Her soft skin and sexy curves were driving him mad.den she tried on the blouse.den she said loudly”yeh blouse bhyt tight hai”.the man said”nai mam apki fitting ka hai”.mom said”bt nai a raha hai”.the man said “ek baar bahar aiye”.Hearing this my mom was shocked and said”bahar?”.the man. “The next time I have to discipline you and see this I will rip it off and throw it in the trash. You understand?”“Yes.”“It’s yes, Ms. Saba,” I said with a firm tug to make the wedgie even tighter.“Yes, Ms. Saba.” After that I pulled her thong down to her ankles and went back over to Madison. Her ass was going to be as red as her hair when I was done.Whack, whack, whack, the sound the cane made as it slammed into her with all the fury I could put into my swings. I was more angrier at her for. .." "You got it." Climb in. Spoons. Her behind me. She holds my cock and I feel her boobs on my back. Count sheep. One, two, thr... Sleep. I'm awake first. My morning wood in her hand. Crawl out and go pee. Start coffee. Smell wakes her and she bathrobes into the kitch. "Watcha want for breakfast?" "Just coffee," she answers, sleepily. "Remember last night at dinner when you asked me about being 420 friendly?" "Yeah, Lady. What about it?" "Well, I nearly got busted about a month ago.. I looked at her in surprise. I do remember that I had kissed him but not a lot more. I was little more intoxicated than I thought if I did more.She grinned, “Beth was just about in hysterics. Poor daddy, he just about came in his pants when you felt him up. You even changed to female and rubbed your udders on him, do you remember doing that?”My eyebrows shot up, and I shook my head, “No, I do remember that he was a good kisser. I think it may have even made me think of you, Greta,” I said just.