I was probably the most wonderful day for me, I came to know my true self, living like what I truly am, and finally getting married to probably the be...t man I could have ever found for myself. We decided to get married again on the coming weekend, so we started shopping which included a saffron kanjivaram saree, new bangels, and a new mangal sutra for me, and I have bought a shervani for my would be husband. And rest of the small things such as other jewelleries and other men’s garments we. My finger traced her crack down to the top of her thighs, and she opened her legs ever so slightly, allowing me access to her freshly showered and shaved pussy. I didn’t know which would explode first: my cock, or the top of my head. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was afraid everyone could hear it. I found myself taking several deep breaths, exhaling slowly, as I probed her wetness with my curious fingers. She opened her legs a bit more, and I took full advantage. I flicked her. I could take advantage of that, I thought. A part of me reasoned that it was real risky trying my hand at fucking her a second time, that the first time was probably a fluke, a one-time thing. But the horny side of me didn't really care, and already had my legs moving out of the kitchen and towards my parnents' bedroom. I liked my horny side. I made no effort to be quiet. I simply walked into their bedroom and ambled casually across the room, opening their bathroom door as if I'd been. Since we’d fallen asleep in front of the cameras, I started them up then went down on Mom, and I woke her up as I slurped and licked on her wonderfully tasty pussy.“Oh god – oh, oh, oh, oh, honey dig in deeper please – that feels wonderful honey – oh yeah – lick me – lick me – oooohhhhhhhhh baby – fuck me please, fuck your mommy please?”I saw this as an opportunity to see how people would react to this kind of conversation.“Does mom want her son’s dick in her pussy – huh, do you?”“Yeah, stick.