Her: But I am not lucky to have my husband, he won’t care about me at all.Me: Why, will he not be there while you want him??Her: No he is busy all t...e time with his work and I won’t get what I want??Me: I was astonished when she spoke like this and by gathering my all courage I asked her can I ask you a personal question if you won’t get offended?Her: Ask?Me: How’s your sex life with your husband?(After asking this question all negative thoughts came to my mind that she would slap me or I may. Acha jo puchunga bologi?Mom: ye galat baat hai..Kya puchna hai?Me: kya pehni ho abhi?The rely came a few mins late:Mom: ye kaisa ghatiya question haiMe: I need a replyMom: sareeMe: bachi mat bano..Sirf saree??Mom: I am not liking this plsMe: pls ans..I dont want to be rudeMom: blouse and petticoat bMe: aur..?Mom: aur kya..Pls ye sab baat mujhe nahi karni..Pls video delete kar do and mujhe chor do.Me: bolo na..Panty and bra nahi pehna kya..Kon sacolor ka hai..Mom: plsMe: bolo naMom: haa pehna. Her stomach pulsed rapidly up and down with her short gasps of pleasure. Pete was unstirred, constant. His absolute steadiness in her state of un-tempered ecstasy only excited her more. He was in charge, in control during this state of chaos, and perfectly at ease and she liked it. She loved it. Pete lifted his head slowly and moved his head closer to Kara’s. She braced herself for the smell. It was awful. The taste was worse. There was nothing like the taste of your own pussy on. But instead, he found the smooth touch of her skin.He thought of removing it, but he didn’t. He spread his palm on her stomach, even more, trying to touch as much as skin he could. Earlier, he was calling it a stupid idea of his mother to wear a sari in Goa. But now, he felt lucky that she did. All that smooth skin touching had already given him a boner.But he didn’t let his mom know by the fear that she wouldn’t let him touch her if she knew. He wished that they never stopped anywhere and kept.