.Ab balcony ne nanghi hone k bad ke story batata hu maa ke checkne chut ekdam cham rahi the ekdam clean saved tha fir maa wahi khada khada mujhse bat ...arne lagi boli beta mai soch rahi the ke kal se walk par jaau kaisa rahaga to maine kaha ha mom mast rahaga maa boli to kal se chalta hai to maine kaha ke maa but hamara pass trackshut to nai hai to maa ne kaha tu pagal hai kya itne garmi ne trackshut nai humlog kuch aur pahananga aur kaha kal humlog marketing karanga fir maa room me ja kar so. One ortwo turned to whoever they were walking with and it was obvious from theensuing loks that I was the subject of discussion.That wasn't surprising really. I'd have been stupid not to expect that.My red one piece costume hugged my body as I ran. The pair of runningshorts I wore were not quite hot pants but not quite full shoirts either.The legs were cut so that on each side the material curved up, meeting ata point about two inches higher at the hip. They were black and had athin strip of. Nothing was further from Tom's mind as he saw this as a dinner date and he tried his best to pass pleasant conversation with his albeit imprisoned date.The food tasted good although it did pass through Sandra's mind that he could have doped the food in some way as a way of ending the situation either fatally or as a way of dumping her somewhere out of the way. She even began to suspect that the wine maybe drugged as he seemed eager for her to drink as much as possible, but he sensed this was. "Like the taste of cum, do we?" I asked.She never even turned her head as she nodded, obviously to engrossed in the scenes before her. I reached over and placed my hand just above her knee. Just a small amount of pressure was needed to have her open her legs. I climbed down on to my knees and crawled between her legs. I began kissing lightly her thighs and started travelling those kisses towards her panty covered cunt.She opened her legs even wider; her breathing became laboured as my butterfly.