I’d go up to her sometimes when she was cooking in the kitchen and just slip my hands over her tits, snuggling into her from behind, grinding my gro...n into her ass. Or if we were sitting in the living room and I felt the urge, I’d kneel down in front of her, ask her to open her legs and I’d lick and play with her pussy while she watched TV. It was just being able to have sex whenever and wherever we were at home that was the great thing.One of my favourite things was fucking mom in the evening. He adjusted her so that Diya was now on her knees, bent over, and face on the pillow. She felt coldness on her ass hole, and a finger slowly inserted inside her. Keeping his finger inside, Asif took his long hard penis and slid it inside Diya’s wet pussy and started fucking her from behind, caught her long hair and now was pulling it with one hand while the other was finger fucking her ass hole.He wanted to make her arse relax a bit before entering her. He stopped only when he could insert. "Okay," she said, "I'll do it. Just fill in the parameters."I thought for a moment. "The parameters are whatever she wants to know." I was silent for a moment. "Rebecca," I continued, "this is my baby. I don't want her to get hurt. I want her to have all the information she needs."Rebecca pursed her lips. "How far should I go?"I shook my head. "I don't care. Just answer whatever she wants to know, no matter how detailed or explicit the conversation gets, I just don't care. Well, okay, within. The next day his prayers were answered. Just after breakfast his fatherannounced that he had to go into the office for a few hours. Davesexcitement grew as he watched his dad pull out of the drive. He gave itten minutes just to make sure his dad didn’t return for something he mayhave forgotten. Agonizingly he watched the hands of the clock turn andthen bolted for the key.Hands shaking he put the key in the lock. The first thing that struck himas he stepped through the door was the strong.