But the reality dawned on me that such things never happen for real, at least in India. Even at that moment I never fantasized about my mom. It was a...mixture of my deeply rooted ethics and a sense of sheer improbability of such a thing ever actually happening that never got me to fantasize my mom. This was until destiny proved my assumptions to be completely wrong and the realization that the world isn’t as innocent as it seems to be. It was the beginning of summer with the exams having just. . so it was time to move in that direction.“Let’s take a little break you two. Honey . . . I want you to change into your cute little red skirt upstairs and then come back down so that we can continue.” Amanda stared at her mother’s suggestion, knowing her skirt was super short, and angry she had to stop feeling his big cock . . . up against her wet pussy. “Fine,” she said and ran off to her bedroom to change. Once she got there as she slipped off her jeans, she noticed that her panties were. I said, unhooking it with practiced ease. Recreational bras are the best kind. Xenia giggled at that, and then pulled my face down to the sweet soft valley between her tits. The scent was wonderful. Her perfume mixed with the pheromones in her perspiration would have brought a marble statue to life. She opened her legs and pulled them back holding them at her knees, granting me full access to her vagina. Her lush full thighs and her chubby belly were beautiful. I stroked into her vagina, with. “I don’t understand how things happen over here. Why would you stay if the owner abandoned the place? Is he still paying you?” I asked.I could see him biting back the butler response as he said, “I’m sorry, sir. It appears you don’t have the full details of the property. We are completely self-sufficient here. Within weeks of the former owner moving in, they retrofit the barn with large solar panels and the roof of this building re-shingled with solar panel shingles. As part of the construction.