He looked over and smiled, a warm smile, but perhaps one that said, “I knew you’d come” as well. I sat down at the table, but he said nothing. A...long uncomfortable silence followed. Finally, just to break the silence, I was forced to say stupidly, “I wanted to meet you."He smiled again, “Yes," he said knowingly. He decided to put me at ease and began talking. A more or less natural conversation ensued over a couple of beers, but the whole time, I couldn’t get those pictures out of my head.. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya’s son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn’t guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that. I told him I was going to clean up a little bit and put the food away mind you I am stalling now because the bed room is the last place I want to be. So he was like ok honey I am going upstairs to take a shower then I will be down to take out the trash and then I am bringing my wife to bed with me so we can make real.A half hour went by and he came back and he started kissing me on the back of the neck and I told him to hold on a little longer so that I could finish cleaning up so he took the. In the doorway was a vision that made me rub my eyes and wonder if I was hallucinating. My mother was standing there in a matching white bra, panties, garter, nylons, shoes, and even a white wedding veil.No words could describe how sexy and beautiful she looked. I couldn't even speak."So, how do you like your birthday present?" Huh?" I said stupidly."You said you wanted me for your birthday and I have decided to give myself to you."My mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert. "I ... uh ... are you.