She reached in, picking up a pair of opera-length white latex gloves, which she then rolled slowly up her arms, making eye contact in the mirror with ...ippa the entire time. Pippa had felt less sexually vulnerable watching a porno. Yet still she stared, utterly captivated. Irene sensed her clients uneasiness, smiling slowly. I was thinking wed start you off in the chair, as Liv suggested, Irene glanced back. How does that sound? Irene winked at the blushing girl. Pippas mouth hung open, too. Us raat muth maarne mein bahut mazza aya. The next evening, bhabhi was dressed in a sexy pink saree and a low cut sleeveless blouse that revealed a lot of her armpits and midriff. I could even see half of her sexy tits. She looked at me many times and smiled. I was thinking, “She is such a sexy bitch. She showed my her naked pictures last night and now she is smiling at me and showing me her curves. I was lost in my thoughts when she came up to me and asked, “Kyon devar ji–Kaisi lagi aapko apni. Hot, yes. Hairy, yes. Wet, not so much. I'd better check deeper..." she inserted her middle finger between my cunt lips, and briefly gathered some of my cream there on her fingertip to properly lubricate it, then thrust her slim, long digit deeply inside my hot hole, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Then she ground the heel of her hand against my clit, stimulating me further. "Umm, baby, you're SO hot, and tight, and wet inside your tiny pussy! You make my mouth water! Would you like me to DO. I stood above my mother and pulled my hard cock from my pajama bottoms. I began the rhythmic stroking of my cock above her torso. With the sight of her naked beauty below me, it took only seconds for my orgasm to erupt and cover my mother's upper torso. Several drops landed upon my mother's lips, chin, neck, and stomach. But, the majority dropped directly down to cover the closest breast.The sight was intoxicating, and I could see that my mother could barely contain her feigned condition and I.