Shweta is a typical Delhi girl; slim, tall fair complexion and a pretty face. She has well shaped figure, firm breast, round ass, long slender legs. S...e usually dresses up in jeans and T-shirts and is quite sophisticated by nature.Let me come to the main part. My brother and me are quite intimate with each other, we hang out together and have same friend circle. We share our secrets with each other and have no such inhabitations. One day it happened that nobody was at home and I was with my. .. call me Kris." You know Kris, we could simply order in here, and continue on with our ... ah, conversations and such, and really get to know one another a lot better, especially if we're going to be working so closely together," he told her.She was grinning from ear to ear."Yes, I would enjoy that," she said demurely, far more confident now of herself than she had been. "Though I hope I'm not keeping you from any other appointments or commitments?" she questioned once again taking her seat.. Was she scared of me now? Why?As crazy as this sounds, the way my mother was acting towards me was turning me on. I have a hard time realizing why this is but guess that it is based upon feeling like a man for the first time in my life. I felt like I could grunt at her to come into my room and I would give her a command like dad used to do back when we lived in Japan when I was younger. "Take me into your mouth...", "... on your knees woman...", "... move that ass faster..."! She would do it -. Ruma tried to tell me something but i didn’t give her a chance. I kissed her hardly on her lips. With my two hands i was opening the chain of her kameez. I pulled it off. She was wearing a white bra. I opened her salwar also and saw her white panty. I took of my clothes, ruma ran near to the door and said, ”joy, isn’t it wrong, because i am married and mother of a son?” I knew it was wrong but i deeply wanted to fuck that slut. I said, “ruma, just think how badly your husband treated you?” I.