Me:u know what aapse baat karna bahut acha lagta hai,time ka pata he nahi lagta.Mom: true,mujhe bhi tumse baatein karna acha lagta hai n time ka pata ...hi nhi lagta.Me: kya hum best friend ban sakte hai ?Mom: friends to hum hai heMe: aise wale nhi.....best friends jinke sath hum kuch bhi share kar sake apni problems,apni feelings chahe wo kaisi bhi hoMom: kaisi bhi feeling share karne ke liye tum abhi bacche hoMe: chalo jab aapko ye lage ki baccha nhi hu tab kar lena.Trust me humari baatein. "Enjoy the dinner?" you ask.Smiling and turning to face you she nods. "Yes. It was very good. Did you do it yourself?" Bo reaches for you hands. Taking them into hers she lightly touches your knuckles.You say, "No, I must admit, I called it in", to which she smiles slightly. She'd known that."A mans hands can tell a lot about him you know" changing the subject."Oh? How so", you reply, watching her soft lashes flutter against her cheeks as she intently watches your hands."The skin." She pauses. I get impatient waiting for her to start, so I'll get her hands where they need to be, and start twisting and pinching her nipples. Before too long she is pumping her fingers in and out of herself on her way to yet another orgasm. Somewhere along the line she began taking her panties off and sleeping with them wrapped around her hand, which she held close to her mouth. This is where I got another warped idea.After she was asleep, I started switching my panties for hers that were wrapped around. He spread his legs wider, now that he had freed himself from his pants, so she could stroke his balls as she sucked his cock. He looked around for the husband. He thought he had the green light, but the husband had left so quickly. The guest looked back down, watching the length of his cock slide in and out of her mouth, the feeling was…exquisite. A movement and noise from the side of the room interrupted them. They looked over to see the husband, smiling with the camera held to his eye. ‘Oh,.