Who are you?Her son right?Me:…….Yes!Si:hahaha……Great son of a bitch … Come to the quarters first floor I would be there…We walked towards ...he quarters . An constable saw us and asked who are we?Me: thomas sir called usConstable looked at mom and grinnedConstable: what a structure. Thomas sir is luckyAnd he gave a slap to mom’s assWe knocked the door and Thomas sir opened it.. He was in his baniyan and pants.He invited us inside… The room had a table , some chairs , a bed and a sofa ..There was. I laugh a little, my smile cathes some of her hair between my teeth. There is a taste slightly metalic, slightly salty,her light sweat and heat, her body, sitting her marinating all this time durinf her homework and her stretches. There is a fresh night time aroma of her,and then her warm fatty juicy skin smell.I have to smell her pussy. I need to know if it's one of the smells I'm smelling, to recognize if we are ever this close again.I sit up, "Are you about ready?" I ask, getting off the bed. We went in to their bedroom, all three of us, and began to get undressed. I saw that Dr. Anderson was undressing as well. It had not occurred to me that she would do that. I thought that she was only going to be here with us to make me feel more confidant. I stopped undressing and watched her disrobe. I am not sure how old she is, I 'm guess 30 or so, because she hasn't been a doctor too long. She is about my height and has a perfect hour glass figure. Her breasts are larger and fuller than. I could hear his pleasure and it only spurred me on to go harder, faster, and deeper…just like that throbbing dick would be doing to me. The conversation deteriorated somewhat, each of us lost to the sensations of pleasure rolling through us. Every few seconds another filthy demand would come out. Fuck me harder, Mike! Oh baby you make my pussy feel so fucking good, pound my pussy mmmmmm OH MY GOD! You’re so damn tight, baby! Shit, Aly, don’t stop clenching my cock like that…my filthy little.