My friends, once in awhile would come over to my home and used to spend time. Mom would chat with us and used to feed us all a lot. I knew by stare of...my friends, that they were attracted towards my mom.My mom Rekha is a good looking woman. She had maintained her body very well by doing Yoga and walking.Mom used to wear nighty or sarees at home. I had noticed over the years that while sleeping she used to sleep in petticoat and blouse. Couple of times when i peeped inside her room, i have seen. But her arousal told her otherwise. She must do it. She didn't want to think further. She tried to sleep, but she just tossed and turned. She eventually slept but didn't know when or how.The next morning, she got up with and started her plan. She went to the backyard in her petticoat. She started her normal routine. She put some water to hear in the wood stove. She then went to the toilet. She returned to the backyard and filled the hot water in her bucket.She then removed her petticoat and let. Her hands reached down to cup the sack of my tightening scrotum, gently massaging my cum-heavy balls then moving back to tug on my shaft again. "Please Tom... Please fuck me! I need to feel your cock inside me!" Anne whined, pulling on my cock for emphasis. Meanwhile in her chair, Liz slid the fingers of her right hand down over her well-trimmed pussy hair and into her slit. Her fingers sank into the wetness with ease and she mewled at the feeling. She couldn't remember the last time her pussy. Eventually, I was able to steer Sheri to the page showing the dress I had in mind for Kelley and then I produced the pictures of her, wearing the dress I had chosen for her the night we went to the seafood restaurant and another wearing a bikini."Do you have her dimensions?" Seri asked and I recited them.She studied the photographs and dimensions, looking dubious. "She's a lovely girl, but I can tell by the dress and swimsuit she's wearing in the photos that she's a particular person. I don't.