She always wears saree below navel and tucks it in her hip. This story happened when I am in 11th grade( Was 18 years old at the time ). My dad is in ...merica so he comes only 3 to 4 times in a year. So me and my mom were always alone in the house and we were like good friends too still I never had any intention for my mom till a day I overheard my friends talking about my mom’s sexy body, that day I went to my home and started observing my mom for the first time, that day when I went to my mom. "I was there in good time (I just wrote goood time – which might be more accurate) and sat sipping my Americano. I was a little nervous. Okay, I was very nervous. Why? I was only there to negotiate arrangements for some language lessons, right? Wrong. I was there because I was beginning to obsess about the woman.I saw her arrive at the counter a few minutes after two and stood as she approached the table with her coffee."Please, sit," she said, "I'm sorry I'm a little late. I got caught helping. "* - *Die n?chsten Tage waren gr??tenteils Routine. Jeden Morgen stand ich vordem Spiegel und schaute meine Br?ste an. Jeden Morgen waren sie einenMillimeter gr??er. Schwester Irene hatte recht, sie hatten einenziemlich kleinen Durchmesser. Warum wuchsen sie nicht gleich so breitwie sie bei einer erwachsenen Frau waren? Das w?re weit wenigerauff?llig als diese wie ein Schnapsglas herausragenden Teile. Und siewaren zus?tzlich auch so fest, war nicht so sch?n weich wie die meinerehemaligen. I guess this is the only thing he could think of that would involve my pussy since I won’t fuck anyone else but my husband.”I had had enough of this by now. By this time my hard on was straining against the openness of not being confined inside anybody, nor were the girls interacting with me directly to give me a hint that I would inside someone soon. “Stop!” I said as I quickly stood up. Both Rebecca and Karen froze in place like they had been instantly frozen in place by liquid nitrogen. .