While the rain was hitting the vehicle hard, I tried to come close to her. I started by touching her hand; she did not resist. This only made me bolde.... She was wearing a full-length black skirt, white top, and a shawl. From her hand, I moved to her thighs, and started caressing them. We did not speak a word, but my actions continued. She also started feeling aroused with the constant caressing. I took the courage to go near the golden triangle and caress her more. Again, Ann did not defy. She. I took my hand below her pussy and cupped it with my palm.I kept my middle finger raised and folded the other fingers towards the palm. I inserted my middle finger inside Swati’s cunt. Swati raised her heels and stood on her toes to support her upper body on the granite kitchen slab feeling the prick of my finger inside her narrow cunt.She kept spreading the mold into a chappati with the rolling pin, even when my finger was inside her cunt. I danced my finger inside her cunt. I swayed my finger. The KSA paired up incoming freshman with upperclassmen or graduate students to serve as mentors. Mine was a guy named Tim who was a second year graduate student at the business school. He was very smart and had a great job lined up in Korea with a large company upon graduation. Like me, he was into sports so we played basketball together and became pretty close right away even though he was religious and a bit too proper.One afternoon, he was at my apartment to watch a game together before. At tat time my moms age was 44.My dad business man by reply occupation was at his 50 the year.My mom used to wash clothes in back of our house.Whenever she washes clothes she used to tuck her saree up,exposing her muscular milky white thighs and also a huge lump of her cleavage and fleshy hips,in childhood even I used hide behind the window and masturbate myself looking at her marvelous body. One day as usual my mom was washing her clothes with tucked saree just exposing more of her thighs than.