My mother had raised me very liberally and we were like friends. She never stopped me from going to parties and always supported me in every way. She ...ever wore sarees and that stuff and used to wear western outfits like skirts, denim, and shorts at home. All my friends loved spending time at my place as my mom was quite friendly with them all. We could party at home and enjoy our drinks too. At this time, I didn’t have a clue about the word “milf” as I had never heard about it.Once we were. The seat was all wet with her juices. She giggled looking Vidya.V: Enjoying?S: You are one naughty slut, haha. Kiss me, please.V: Vidya bent down and spit more on her pussy and kissed her neck. Wanna have more fun? S: What more than this?V: Let me demonstrate you then bitch haha. Stop the car at any roadside coffee shop.Sandhya stopped near a small coffee shop.S: Vidya, please uncuff me now, please. I need to pee yaar.V: I know what you will do there.She moved to the rear seat and removed the. Professionalism would surely stop the pressure slowly building in my crotch from becoming too noticeable. It was her blouse that nearly unhinged me. Somehow, when she had bent to watch me play with the cable connections under the table, an extra button or two had popped loose. As we sat and talked, I could feel the gap with my peripheral vision, and I vowed I would not look! Even as she turned her attention fully on to the laptop and firmware installation, I forced my eyes to stay on the. Packing his clothes in the locker he yanked off his white trunks as a naked guy walked in and their eyes met briefly as Chris turned and locked the flimsy grey door. He felt the guy’s eyes on him and felt the stirring in his groin. His cock never twitched at the gym so what the hell was it up to now and luckily the guy left the locker room and gave another glance at the towel around the newcomer’s waist. Chris took a deep breath he tried to pat his cock and loosened the towel to hide the semi.