" We both had and we both knew it. There is something almost inexplicably exciting about showing yourself publicly after having spent your whole life ...eing told that public nudity is wrong. And when your mother is at your side the whole experienced becomes surreal and exhilarating. And I knew that mom had felt the same."Didn't! And now I'm sore." Sore where?" I asked."Between my ... down ... oh forget it." Mom's pussy was sore? From the cycling? "And I'm all sticky," she complained as she ran a. ” A rhetorical question as she felt a soft tug on the green lit tag on her collar. Still, she nodded, unable to communicate through words.“Would you like some company?”Again, she merely nodded, slowly, but firmly.“It’s still early and it’ll be less crowded upstairs. More intimate. And I have friends who would enjoy your company.”True, she thought. It was always like that. The party was still going on the main floor, attendees loosening up at the bar and on the dance floor. Letting go of their. Here is a real incident that happened to me in January.I am Viraansh, a native of Hyderabad, and working in Hyderabad. Coming from a rich and affluent family, I have always been into the party culture. Having finished my graduation from a reputed college in Hyderabad, I joined a well-reputed MNC.The day I joined, along with me also joined another girl called Prerna. Though there were 120 people who joined with me on the same day, my eyes were only fixed on Prerna because of her sexy 36-28-40. He bent down and eyedthese with great interest. When he finished he removed his fingers and wipedher saliva on the side of his overalls. He then felt her huge breasts. Herbreasts were big but his hands were bigger. His hands made each breast completelydisappear. His hands squeezed each melon gently – surprisingly tenderfor a rural man with such big hands. He hefted the tits up and down as thoughhe were judging their weight. They were heavy but they were fairly perky – youthdid have its rewards..