His black tee shirt was a deep contrast to his vanilla taffy skin. His chiseled abs stretched the fabric of his shirt and his well-cut arms glistened ...fter his shower. His black jeans clung to him in all the right places and he hoped that he was dressed casual enough but not overdressed for this evening. His cologne filled the air with sandalwood and the mixture of his cologne and the scent of her bouquet was magical. She opened the door and she looked amazing. Her orange sleeveless top really. Even the sound of her voice was enough to make his still aching cock protest.“I noticed. I loved it.”Feeling rude, he forced his eyes open and tried to sit up. He succeeded in the first, but not so much with the second, and settled for turning his head so he could make eye contact.The moment he did, she gave him a wicked grin, hefted her left breast, and licked a dangling strand of cum from her nipple.He trembled, groaned, and slapped a hand over his cock.She laughed, and the sound was. I kissed the belly and belly button. My cock was giving me trouble in my shorts. I felt it may tear my shorts. I removed it and I also removed by banyan. I was completely naked now and my cock was standing like a pole. I started to lift the sari and petticoat of my mother. I saw the white rounded thighs Ohhh it was very beautiful and then I saw the most lovable part i.e. pussy of my mother through I have come to this world. The pussy was cleanly shaved. It was like a bun. I put hand on it. I. She even remade the bed when my skills did not meet with her approval. She was not about to let a guest think that she was not a skilled housekeeper. She only let me work at the kitchen because she knew I loved to cook Ð that and the fact that I owned it.I cut up some vegetables and fruits for a platter, cooked some rice for the red beans and put together some chicken salad from a freshly roasted hen I bought the day before. Next, I made fresh limeade, put some beer and soda on ice along with a.