I refuse to let you into my bedroom until you get naked.” I could feel myself blushing from head to toes. “Glenn,” I whined, “You are not real...y going to make me walk around your house naked in broad daylight are you?” “Cynthia, I warned you about this. You are beautiful and I am looking forward to seeing ALL of you.” With this he began to kiss his way down my neck to my breast. He grabbed the shirt that was resting between us and yanked it out and tossed it with his on the chair. I blushed. Moving her hand down her long neck, over her shoulder she rubbed her erect nipple, toying with it gently she reached for the shower gel, smiling to herself as the white soap fell on her full round tits, cold against the heat of her skin she felt her pussy moisten, the tingle growing to an ache. She began to rub the soap, with both hands around her tits, massaging, squeezing and teasing herself as she did, running her hands up her long slender neck, and back over her shoulders and roundness of. Blouse mein unki boobs ki daraar (cleavage) ke beech unka mangalsutra fasa hua tha. Mummy ki tez saanson se unka mangalsutra, unke boobs ke saath tezi se upar niche ho raha tha.Bhaiya mummy ki boobs ko blouse ke upar se hi halka halka soonghne lage. Unke mangalsutra ko dhire se chaat bhi diya. Aur mangalsutra ke center pendant ko bhi, muh se daba ke bich-bich mein kaatne lage.Apne left hand ki ungli ko maa ki navel ke ander ghumaane lage. Mummy ki siskaryan bhi ab dhire-dhire badh rahi thi. Par. Michael was crying when Paula carried him in the front door. Jane’s husband, Walt, was staring at the TV and called out, ‘Jane, Ronnie is crying.’ Walt’s voice made Michael cry even louder, but Walt did not notice. ‘Bring Michael in here,’ Jane directed Paula to a quieter room where she might be able to get him back to sleep. Walt returned to his TV stupor. Paula laid Michael on the sofa and Jane whispered, ‘How about a glass of wine?’ Paula nodded. Jane left and came back with a bottle of wine.