She removed the part of saree which was covering her back and I could clearly see her fair waist and back.I kept pressing her from her shoulder. I was...moving downward slowly. Then I reached to her waist and starting pressing there too. She was moaning softly. She asked me if I could apply to massage oil in her waist. She told me it’s on the table.I fetched the oil and I said it could spill on her saree and blouse. I had no second thought till that time. Then she moved her hands back and. I agreed and we set up the meeting for her officeafter work tomorrow.I ended up working late and had to go straight to Karla's from work.They both gave me a cold look as I walked in covered in dirt and grime.I did apologise but from Karla's look I thought she was going to spreadout newspaper on the chair before I sat down.Karla started, "OK guys I thought you have both had a chance to thinkabout your life and what you want to do. Perhaps we could just startwith each of you explaining how you. "Oh shit, I'm sorry for walking in on you.", she exclaimed as she tried to cover her eyes. "What the fuck, Erin?", i replied as I turned away from her. My cock started to get hard. I don't know why I was getting so turned on by her seeing me in the shower. I mean, she is my step mom. I grabbed my cock and softly and slowly started stroking myself. " Sorry sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that your father called and said he won't be home for a few months." I could her a little bit of. “Do you really want to meet me?” She clarified.“Well, that would be difficult. Don’t you think? I mean, I really love chatting and fantasizing with you on this site, but going through with anything could really complicate things, for both of us.”“So you don’t want to meet me,” she typed. ‘”I thought you were different, Anil. I thought we were developing something more than what we had in our own sterile marriages.” Her text looked angry now.“We are,” I quickly wrote. “I just didn’t realize that.