" But ... but ..." I tried to complain, still hyperventilating."No buts! You want your old life back? So do I." And she canceled thecall.*****At first... I was happy that Juana will not disturb me again. At least Iwas able to relax, not worrying about her walking in and gawking at mybreasts. But then cleaning was added to the list of my responsibilities:cleaning, shopping, cooking, ironing shirts, and blouses. The dullshores kept me occupied for the whole day. And that was good to keep mymind. Her cunt danced, pulled inwards, pushed outwards, stretched sideways in ecstasy beyond any possibility to capture the details here. Her thick fluid bathed my staff still lodged inside her and even my JINGLE BELLS hanging outside. Her orgasm was far more intense than first but I am sure she enjoyed it more than the pleasing pain that is the integral part of the moment and this showed because of her cries and sighs. Being fucked by her own teen son was a medal that she was wearing all over her. Hum uske lips ko smooch karne lage. Humne 15 min tak lip lock kiya . Phir hum uske face pe pagalo jaisa kiss karne laga . Wo boli “aaram se karo jo karna hai , “bhagi nahi ja rahi hi “.Phir hum uske lips ko uske gaalo ko uske forehead pe kiss karta raha. usne bhi mere galo aur forehead pe kiss kiya. phir hum uski dress ko khol die wo sirf white bra n black panty me thi , bahut mast lag rahi thi. hum uske boobs ko bra ke uppar se hi press karne lage, bahut soft boobs tha wo. phir hum uska Bra ko. But then she said, "In the bathroom, above the toilet, there's some lotion on the counter. Get it and bring it here."I jumped to comply, my heart fluttering.When I got back she was still lying in the same position, but there was one obvious change. Her dress was now pulled apart so far that I could almost see where the top of her panties should be, but that wasn't the obvious part. What I noticed immediately was what I didn't see -- her entire back was bared, with no sign of the bra strap."Get.