I quickly opened my eyes and looked at her. She was intact, except for her face, she was covered from neck to toe by her blanket. It was like hide and...seek. I knew by this time that she has been doing it on purpose.I closed my eyes again but I had my right hand close to my left biceps and acted as if I were sleeping. Again in about 30 secs I felt fingers running down my biceps and boom, I held her hand and we unknowingly interlaced our fingers. Her palms were hot. Wow, that felt good. I. " Sorry mom. I was really hoping that I was wrong about it, after saying it." I'm just glad to have it all cleared up, as to why he wouldn't bring me here, when I would ask him about comeing here. Now let's go home and get ready to meet him in my new dress, that you helped me pick out, and get you some reliaf from your big problem there."While mom drove home, she kept a hand hold on my hand, to keep me from fingering her pussy, and we talked as she drove.When we got home and in the house, mom. At the same time I could imagine the stormy scene in his household, when Reeta had turned the proposal down. His daughter Reeta was a cracker by any meaning of the word, with a strong will of her own. She had inherited the best physical features of both parents and from somewhere she had found a very strong vivacious personality. She was about 5'7" tall; slim with a lovely brown Indian complexion and with lovely dark expressive flashing eyes. I had dated her a couple of times, and I had. Suddenly you stop moaning, put your feet back down on the ground, and start leaning over to me; you kiss my neck, my shoulder, lift my shirt up and kiss my belly. Your mouth is close to my dick and I am getting so excited and hard, but you kiss all around it, licking my balls and my thighs while your hand keeps moving up and down, up and down. I beg you to put it in your mouth, but you smile an evil smile at me and I understand I will have to wait a bit.And suddenly it happens. I am looking at.