Both went to toilet together and for first time both mother and daughter pissed by seeing each other’s choot. “ohhh…maa….bahut mazaa aa raha t...aaa…jub tumne …finger ander (choot ) mey daala….” “ beti …mai to tumhe aur bhee mazaa deti lekin saala chhotu aa gayaa..” “maa.. Kahi usne ..mera choot dekha ho to…” Anita doubted “waise to usney dekha nahi hoga …wo mere peechhe thhaa..” Kusum squeezed daughters choot and said “agar dekhega bhee to kya…wo to bachha hai….abhee uska lund khada bhee nahi. And since that moment I decided that to bring my imagination into real. (Read this experience in part II. Yes, it came true.) Then as usual, we discussed about the disease and by that time Miss Mandira explained what we dream, is the stored data in our sub-conscious mind. And the stored data comes from our imagination or visualization. Imagination creates the dream, but visualization converts the dream into reality. What? I couldn’t digest this statement. What we want to get, we can achieve. I was actually a little nervous but excited. I haven't cum that good from just fingers ever. I kept thinking he must be a really good lover. Finally, the next shift came and I took the long way around to the stairs. Didn't want them to see me going up to a guests room. My husband and I swing but I didn't want to advertise our sexual openness to my co-workers. I made my way upstairs to his room. I knocked on the door and another guy opened the door. "is Mike here?" I asked hesitantly. . She looked up at me and without saying a word, parted her lips and lowered her open mouth over my now swollen cock! She began licking all around the head and up and down the shaft. Then she would put the entire thing in her mouth and move her tongue all over it. She put her hands on my ball sack and while sucking me off, massaged my balls and she even touched and fondled my asshole too. I glanced over at Mark and he was sitting there, naked, and jerking himself off while his sister did her.