Sexy pink saree,cut sleeves blouse.light brown hair,red lipstick ,she was an absolute stunning woman with a gr8 fig of 34-28-35 & merely 21 yrs of age...i hold her hand tightly.she resisted but I started moving my hand on her ass.she was trying to escape but I hold her very tightly.i called mamta she was also surprised to see me in such position.I asked her why she had not made sapna as her sexmate,after all she was also sexy.she replied that she never thought of sapna as a sex material.. "Fortunately for you and your faggot son,you have me to teach you what to do with your hot,sexy bodies. From now on, you will both be girl scoutsin my troop and I will enjoy fucking you both." Can you do that? I'm too old to be a girl scout...besides I doubt that I'd even be able to fit into agirl scout uniform any more!" Mom protested."It'll fit just fine. Besides, you have no say in thematter. I'm the leader and I make all the decisions.Now slip off those panties and bend over the. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each other. We both knew what the other was thinking. She grinned the grin that says “Can we?”. By the time he came back downstairs, she was kneeling over me on the couch, skillfully rolling her tongue around the end of my penis while I babbled something about inviting him to join us or something – I can’t. Had I realized what it was I was humming I'd have blushed from head to toe and run out in horror. I was humming Devo's "Whip It". It wasn't until later that I realized this. At least by then I could laugh about it.I carefully pulled down the stack of magazines and was surprised again, but not as much as when I had opened the bag. The magazines were about bondage, flogging, making furniture related to both and more. There were some soft covered books there, too. I wanted to go through them but.