Slowly I grabbed it to for few seconds, and then pulled out my hand. Putting the blanket on him again, I came back to my bed. I felt my heart beating ...aster. I was sweating and feeling so horny. Did I just touch my son’s cock? Did I really slip my hand in his underwear? I was asking these questions to myself. With guilt of doing all this I lay down facing away my son. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly I felt a little movement around me, and I got shocked when I felt Stan lying in my. No I was just..." I was terrible under pressure, and I didn't have much experience with lying."Just what?" Nothing... So... What did you need, Malcolm?" I asked almost impatiently. Ironically, I was desperate to get rid of him just so that I could keep pretending to be intimate with him.As he started to drone on about some fabricated story about why I would need to do his homework for him that night, I just couldn't help it. I reached my free hand back down inside of my underwear and rubbed. Coming to the real story now.Me , Roshni mam & Sunaina were supposed to go for a demo to Dehradoon in Uttrakhand, but unexpected happened just a day before we were to leave our boss met an road accident and she had to cancel her trip. She told me & Sunaina to carry on as it was a very important sale if we made it, As it was me who was to give them the actual demo.I was very happy that I will be alone with Sunaina for our 4 days trip. Cutting it short we came to Dehradoon and went to our company. With that he pulls my already very wet panties down, revealing my pussy to him. I step out of them so I can open my legs wider; I want him to have everything. Kneeling in front of me, his hands explore my lower body. He feels the curves of my hips, my thighs, my backside, running his hands down my legs, feeling every inch of my body under my dress. His hands caress the inside of my thighs as his tongue teases my navel down, down, oh he’s so close but he just won’t touch me there, kissing the.