He was dressed in a track suit and Marge in a kaftan. For myself I had shorts and a golf shirt whilst Fiona had a dress on the buttoned up the front. ...e went into the sitting room which had a big three person settee and matching armchairs. Coffee table in the middle. Marge kissed Fiona full on the mouth, which took Fiona by surprise but she recovered enough to say,“Fancy a drink before lunch?” Frank said “Unless it is a hot lunch we can wait, can’t we Marge?” To which Marge replied “ I’m only. She could only tolerate a very soft touch as deeper massage would make her muscled go in spasm. Even at age 33, my mother has a figure to die for. As her pain relieved, my soft and sensual touches started making both of us very errotic. Touching my mom's bare back and side glimpse of her huge breasts was a treat to watch. I was able to clearly see her butt cheek through her silk pajama. She often laid with her arms above her head giving me a good view of her underarms. One day, she fell asleep. I was continuing my engineering in Ahmedabad living in a flat near sola road. Those who read abt Maahi in my previous story, she had now gone to Canada but like Archana (“Geometry turns into Sexometry”), we were still in contact. I had a new neighbour in the opposite flat. It was the same flat Maahi used to live b4 but they rented it out to a family. I think that flat was too lucky for me. The flat was rented by Rajni and Renuka Mehta who both used to work in a bank. They would be in their late. .. we okay?” I asked.To my relief, he nodded. A trace of his old grin resurfaced and he gestured at me with the camera. “I think some of the pictures I got might not really work for Instagram though. Just a thought.”I laughed and grabbed the torn remnant of my shirt, meaning to use it to clean my face until Matt told me to wait. He raised the camera and focused on me, zooming in to my sticky, messy face. I grinned, I pouted, I leaned towards the lens and regarded it like a lover. I.