Before we both could realise, her faithful saree separated from her body and mom was left only her blouse and petticoat. My lust has overcome my 'sonl...' insticts as I kept enjoying my mother's situation as every man in India's dream to see a woman in her underwear. Mom started crying by now as I lunged on to her to pull her towards me and kiss her on her lips.She struggled to avoid my kiss but I held on to her. Once I finished kissing her she just released herself from me and ran to open the. The woman who alighted leisurely was tall, well built and well covered, just as I like them, and a good looker for her age, which I put at late forties. She was well dressed and well made-up, and eyed me up and down as she crossed from the drive to where I stood on the front steps. Stopping at the foot of the steps she looked at me shrewdly before asking, “Were you early, or am I late?” Swallowing my annoyance, I responded politely, “Perhaps we misunderstood one another, but I thought we were. His timing was excellent as the set was concluding. She growled, “Finish now!” so he used short strokes to shoot in her.He’d barely gotten back beside her when a member of the band that had just been playing pushed through the crowd, dropped his drawers to reveal an impressive erection and scooted under the blanket. This time she was all passion, kissing and thrusting her hips back. Everyone around them watched and applauded when they finished.They sat up with her lovely tits exposed but the. ” Malcolm went over to the bed, and it was obvious that he didn’t need any further persuading. He started her out with a kiss on the lips, and then worked his way down to her neck. It took only a minute or so for me to see that he was a real pro with the ladies. He seemed to know just what to do. After kissing her neck for a while, with occasional trips back to her lips, he very slowly moved to her chest and began by rubbing his hands over the top of her bra, just barely caressing her tits. He.