She noticed it. I couldn’t control it. I slowly straightened my legs and slid my hands into my penis and started rubbing my dick and then it got com...letely raised up.She smiled seeing it, took my hand off and said to me “let me see the qutub minar”. She took out my dick and started rubbing it. I slowly moved a bit further towards her neck and planted a kiss on her neck. I moved my hands to her boobs and pressed it lightly. It felt hard because of the presence of her bra and night dress.So, I. However, we had a home, food on the table and a car that ran. Not a new one, but it got us where we wanted to go. But we had very little else.Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th grade. Being only children, we treated each other like brother and sister (in a non-sexual way) until later. Read on…..I was very skinny and only 5.7, 117# at graduation from H S. I wore very thick glasses, and was very smart; I was viewed as a nerd. The only athletics I ever did was cross country runner. As I started to climb the stairs the moans and the sounds of the cot ‘creak….creak..creak’ started to increase and so did my heartbeat. My palms and feet had become cold and I was able to hear my heartbeat. Somehow I reached my mom’s room.The door was not properly locked. There was a dim light and a fragrance of rose and jasmine was coming from the room. I slightly opened the door and what I saw just blew my mind. I was just shocked and my body became cold. I was stoned.I saw that my mom was. "My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you care to see some samples of my work?”Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot little blond spinner? Duh…"I would love that!"She pulled out her cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the moment. Some were of.