Ansari replied, “ you are just feeling shy because of son’s presence but it seems like you have turned him on too”. Both of them looked at my cr...tch area and i was posing a tent in front of my pant. I was wearing a track pant and loose cotton under wear therefore the bulge was more visible. Ansari now had his both hands near the area where the saree was tucked in. Mom was looking at my crotch shocked that she had turned me on. She did not realizing that ansari had pulled the saree out of her. I’d been in the shower and was lying on the bed pleasuring myself but it wasn’t enough.Using my toys I’d brought myself off twice in quick succession but I really needed fucking. Like when you’ve broken your leg and the plaster is on and all you need is a good scratch but you can’t, all I needed was a good shag. I heaved myself off the bed, got dressed in a loose maternity dress and waddled downstairs.As I got a coffee and walked outside the neighbour, Mr. Wood, was having his garden cleared. Asad took Shazia into a pub, she had never been in one before, she was only one of about 5 women in the packed working class pub and gained some oogling eyes. Asad was proudly showing off his object smacking her ass as she sat.They stayed for a drink and then Asad walked back with her to the car. He didn’t start the car, he sat there in the dark car park, his hand on her leg, he pulled her close, he kissed her, her clit was pounding, he took off her straps, pushing the vest around her waist,. Woh unhe ghoor ghoor ke dekh raha tha or fir mere peche se aake meri chuchi dono haath mai pakad li mai toh pagal hogayi or sashe tej chal ne lagi.Mujhe mast hota dekh ushki himmat or badh gayi fir woh meri chuchee ke nippale masalne laga mai satve aasman pe thi maine dekha saamne mere seesha or woh meri chuchee daba raha tha or samne seeshe dekh kar bola madam kya mast chichee hai aap ki maine kaha mera naam anjali hai or mujhe anjali hi bulao naushad.Woh bola anjali jaan mai tukhe jab bina.