Shyamala’s hands went down to hold her son’s dick and positioned it right against her pussy. She slowly started motioning it up and down her pussy...lips and emanated sexy moans. The moment her hands fell on his dick, Vishal was further aroused as his mouth almost devoured her right boob inside.“Hey, you are not going to lick my pussy?” Shyamala pleaded to her son. Vishal looked up without letting off her boob from his mouth and shook his head as if he wasn’t going to do. “Please,” Shyamala kept. So I stood in the kitchen and waited. The calendar on the cupboard was a Chippendale one - I grinned to myself - “nothing wrong there!” “Perhaps a little out of character though?” As she came back through the door I bloody near stopped breathing and had a heart attack - she was totally stark naked!! “Did Janet tell you what it was I wanted to borrow?” she asked. The ambiguity vanished totally as she sashayed across, felt me up and started undoing my trousers. She was gorgeous. The figure was. Raising his strong arms above his head and securing them to the headboard with soft satin ties she brushes her luscious firm breasts against his torso, working her way down passing over his pulsing erection all the way down to his ankles which she then securely ties. He is completely at her mercy, with heightened senses he can hear her breathing deepen and smell her heavenly scent. The room is so silent and still apart from the subtle movement of her positioning herself above his head and. They asked about girls and kept pushing the issue. I think the 2 guys who lived across the hall were pushing and even flirting. They finally got me to admit that I had only been with a girl a couple of times but had been trading blow jobs with a guy friend regularly.They all started pushing the issue. The guys from across the hall said they were gay and thought their gaydar was telling them to talk to me. Sitting in a room with my female boss, one of her female friends and 4 guys, all of whom.