OH MY GOD! Was I ever caught off-guard. Linda was all over me like syrup over hot pancakes. Not in an overt/obvious way mind you, but I could feel...the heat if you know what I mean. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first I was confused by it all, the feel of her brushing against me, the smell of her perfume, the wispy softness of her long hair as she swung it around in a. When I woke I had a blinding headache and a momentary blank memory, but then it all came flooding back to me and the tears were rolling again. I just couldn't hold them back, I was still crying when I hobbled into the bathroom to use the loo and when I hobbled downstairs to make myself some coffee to take some aspirin with. An hour later I was still crying, my body wracked with sobs as I kept coming back to the contempt which my son held for me, and despite that he was in trouble for leaping to. He was kissing her as he undid the string that held her top together to let her breasts free. I was shocked and couldn't believe what was going on, yet at the same time I was controlled by the strong lust and need going on with my body. Before long, both men had me off the bicycle and lead me over to the sofa area. They sat me down and one of the guys knelt down in front of me and started rubbing at my pussy. Oh shit I was a goner. My juices were flowing and I didn't seem to care about anything. Probably] with black nipples protruding out of the boob surface. I started massaging the left one, and then interchanged the nipples. I could feel the rising heat in her body. Now I shifted my attention to her juicy lips. I sucked them up to the fullest of my satisfaction. I was noting, with every passing moment she was getting alive and cooperative. She hugged me tight and was making hissing noise. I asked Devki to open her eyes. She opened her eyes. I now started opening her saree. She was.