I wore a sleek, straight shoulder lengthBlonde wig with bangs. I put on a waist cincher with garters, very sheerthigh high white stockings. I wore a b...ack and white dotted, low cutdress with a short white jacket with three quarter sleeves that camedown just below my bust line. I put on a pearl choker, and drop pearlearrings, slipped on a costume jewelry wedding band, and large cubiczirconia diamond solitaire, and slipped my feet into 3" pointed toewhite pumps.I admired myself in the full length. He came to my room without shirt and sat on the bed. I switched off the light. I have a habit of sleeping in the dark. We both reached the bed and slept side by side. As bed was not so big, there was little gap between us. After some chat he faced away from me to sleep.Then slowly I removed my sari. Now I am only with my jacket and petticoat. After sometime he fell asleep and I placed my hand on his waist and rubbed his chest. Still he was in deep sleep (not acting). Slowly I moved my hand. I think she was very happy because the way she kissed me then seemed as she was my girlfriend. I could feel some love also in her eyes. Maybe, she was just too happy.Within few secs, my monster which had slept by know had risen up again. She noticed it and without me saying anything went down and started giving me a blowjob. She blew me for 3-4 minutes after which I came and she gulped all of it and obviously my monster calmed down again. So she started stroking it and kissing me.As my monster. ” Her mom poked her side. “You’ve got to understand, your momma hasn’t been with a man in a very long time.” Tamara understood now. The talk the other day, the one where they’d eventually talked about the size of Greg’s cock. It was starting to make more sense. Since her dad had died, her mom hadn’t been with another man. They’d moved back to the States, but her mom was without a companion. Sympathy blossomed in Tamara’s heart and she suddenly felt like a rotten child because she hadn’t.