“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.I received no response.Twenty minutes later she had not reappeared.“Hey, what the fuck,” I yelled.... “Get your ass back in here.”No response. I knew she hadn’t left because I could hear her moving around in the living room.“Are you on the phone?” I yelled. “Jesus.”This continued for another twenty minutes. I tried to free myself from the chair but it was completely hopeless. My once hard cock had shrunk into a withered little stump and I was. Unki age around 52 thi. Woh ex-army the isliye is umar mein bhi ek dam fit the.Mummy ne usdin ek cream color ki saree aur sleeveless blouse pehna tha aur baal khule rakhe the. Unki lipstick thodi dark thi. Unhone ek tight bra pehan rakhi thi jiski wajah se unke kadak boobs bahar ki taraf jhaank rahe the.Ab Rathore sir aur mummy ne bat karna start kiya.Rathore sir – Leela ji, aapko to pata hi hai, aapko kyun bulaya gaya hai.Mummy – Ji, Kartik maths mein fail ho gaya hai.Rathore sir – Ji, Leela. There was no more hiding. And there was no more shame, maybe for the first time in my life. When he was naked, he let me explore him. On my knees, starting with his feet which I kissed and licked, the way he wanted it; moving on unto his wonderful cock. That’s what religion must be like. Adoration, admiration, bliss. He had me get up, turn around and bend over. He grabbed me by my hips and then simply pushed into me; in one direct and intense thrust. I hadn’t expected him to go for it so. I was in heaven.The first thing I did was took my new clothes out of the bag and spreadthem all out on my bed. I was kind of bummed when I noticed that my Santadress didn't come with a Santa hat. Oh well I had the rest of the outfit,and for ten bucks I made out like a bandit. Before I tried on my newoutfit I decided to take a shower. It was summer and I was sweaty. I alsoneeded to shave my legs. I knew if I shaved my legs I wouldn't get towear shorts for a while until the hair grew back. It was.