Her waist is thin and stomach is flat. I wish Indira were my wife and not my mother. Even when I was away from her, I called her almost everyday. My d...d treated her like a slave. Things crossed limits when dad offered my mother to his lust friends. She ran away and took shelter at the house of of one of her friends. She called me,” Your dad is bent upon selling me as a whore. He even told me to go naked before his friends”Mother was weeping. My heart wept for her. But what could I do? I was. ” Eric just laughs and says, “Damn, this hot bitch is gonna give me one. She’s hot as those in the DVDs you and Aunt Kate keep hid in the hatch over there.” I wanted to know how he knew about those, and who says my wife is in on the fuck-film stash anyway? He says Jen told him, said that Kate had given her a peak at a couple of them. I thought, that bitch! I knew she was hot for Jen, the way she kept bringing her up when we were fucking a few nights ago. Always saying how. I kiss her thigh again while looking into her beautiful eyes. "Your a natural sweetie. Nobody had ever made me cum like that. Holy fuck!" She said smiling, moaning and gasping for air. Next, I lick my lips and move up on the bed towards her. My heart was pounding as I mounted on top of Helen's body, leaned my face down while I look into her eyes, Catching her chin with my hand, I lean over and kissed her mouth. Immediately her lips parted and we went at each other with all the passion of the. "I don't think I could have forgotten if I wanted to."She was breathtakingly seductive. She wore a skin tight red party dress with a low cut neckline that made her breasts seem to leap from her figure. She was tall and slender with beautiful long legs that glistened from the black nylons she was wearing. Her wavy dark brown hair framed her face in a way that seemed to make her entire persona glow. And again those eyes ... something about those eyes. So beautifully blue and yet so mischievous..