We stayed in the same position for a long time even as my cock came out of her pussy on its own. Namita began feeling the weight of my body and pushed...me aside. As she was trying to get up she screamed and then we saw a bloody pussy and a blood smeared cock. The bed sheet too was spoiled. We got up quickly, washed ourselves and she soaked the bed sheet in a bucket. We wore our clothes and had dinner. I asked her what if she gets pregnant and she said, “Let’s talk something else, I will take. It all happened in front of me though my mom did not take it seriously. She went into the kitchen to prepare squash for them to drink.When she came back and served, Ranveer purposely acted as if adjusting himself in the seat and tried to look into her top to catch a glimpse of her boobs when she bent with the tray. She then kept the tray on the table and again went to the kitchen . While doing this they both were staring at my mom’s tight ass as she walked like a model. I was jealous of mom. Mom opened op like a spring flower waiting for a bumblebee. Our tongues snaked across the insides of our mouths, and we both sat on the sofa enjoying each others’ taste.I slipped mom’s pallu off of her shoulders and copped a feel against her breasts. I got hasty and squeezed them to hard, too soon and mom immediately snapped out of her trance.She looked at me with an expression of shock and shame. She immediately covered up her pallu and stood up like a spring-loaded jack in a box. “Your… your. I hurry back into the dining room and make to clear up a recently vacated table.“Blake!” I start, my blood running cold as I struggle to steady the unbalanced stack of dishes in my arms. “Hi. I wasn’t… You surprised me. What are you doing here?”He stands motionless, looking down at me for a long moment while the restaurant bustles around him. Holding up a white iPhone, he says, “You left your phone at my place. I thought you might need it.”“Oh, God,” I sigh, the chill still in my veins. Taking.