Mom simply confessed to hearing her conversation the night before, faking car trouble, and paying the toll to ride in The Mayflower. Pamela smiled and...asked if she could wear her tight jeans and tiny bikini top to dinner. Mom said yes without knowing what she had said yes too. When Pamela returned Mom took one look at her and just smiled. She had her do a slow spin and told her that she would die for a body like hers. Pamela thought that her tits were too small so mom turned her around, reached. She gasped and moaned and eventually when shecould no longer stand the intensity of the stimulation, she placed hishands on her nipples telling him to squeeze as she leant forward andgrasped the headboard, changing the motion of her hips so that now as shemoved against him her clitoris was in constant contact with his body andwas rubbing against him. As she began to move faster and faster he grippedher nipples harder causing her to cry out in unrestrained pain, but whenhe released his grip. It is sort of a thrill to narrate it to the Indian audience here. Anyway, this was during my high school days. I was just above 18 then. Now I am no hot stud but definitely a smart looking guy with brown eyes. We had this gal at our University. Her name was Stacey. She was one hot gal, friends! No guy at the Univ, could walk by without checking her out more than twice. I too, ofcourse, had hots for her. Even though she was inarguably the hottest gal around, she had very little ego for that.. Mai nay us ki shalwar utari aur us ki pink phudi maray samnay thi muj say sabar na ho saka main nay usay whai zameen per lita ker us ki tangay khooli aur us ki phudi chatnay laga us nay oooooo ahaaaaaaaaaa kena ay lagi phir main us ko chudnay k liyay us per ayaa tu us nay kha tumhara lun bara hai araam say under kerna main nay us ki phudi per lun rahk ker ek hi ghtkay say under kerna chaha tu us nay chikh mari k araam say kero mari pudhi etni khuli nah hai k tumhara lun ek dafa chala ghay main.