Holding the wet garment in her hand and caressing it over her body she pulled it over her. The feel of the cold soft cloth on her hot body sent shiver... down her spine. After fixing up the torn material with a pin, when she came out of the room, Satish was waiting at the door. This heightened her pleasure ten folds.Satish seeing her drenched dress quickly picked a towel and handed it over to her. When she hesitated to take, he at once d****d it over her body and yet when she did not move, he. Let’s fuck the desperate mom first.Rajesh obliged and made me sit back on the sofa.The sub-inspector to mom: Ok. Now tell that I want to suck your cock. Tell me you are my slut.Mom: Please give me your cock. I am your slut. Make me your slave!Sub-inspector: Rajesh, look at this bitch. Come and give your cock. Fill her mouth.Rajesh then started to mouth-fuck my mom. He was a very fit man with not much belly fat. The sub-inspector stood behind and started to play with my mom’s ass. He kissed it. As he kind of dozed, half asleep, half awake, his hand was gently sliding over her petite form, softly caressing from her shoulder all the way down to her knee.He became more aware of what he was doing, and that awareness slowly brought him out of his drowsiness and up to a level of alertness. He knew his dick had begun to stiffen against her butt, enjoying an almost imperceptible rocking motion.His hand was covering more territory, fingertips dropping down to brush across the tips of her chest. . and wanting. I gasp and let out a sharp cry as I feel the first touch of something, more shock than pain. My mind processes the feeling, the sensation, and I realize it is a light touch, feathery, sleek. It could, indeed, be a feather... or fringe of a blanket... perhaps his hair. I can only imagine, not determine, as the touches and teases continue. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? .