.." she stammered."Now stop, Mrs. C," Greg hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think...you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like this," he said disdainfully.Completely awash in confusion, Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat and muttered, "I'm sorry." As you should be Mrs. C., now as a consequence of. He poured oil over her hands and her armpits. Then he massaged her thighs, knees, the place behind her knees, her milky white calves and her feet. He then made her turn around. He gently poured oil on her back and massaged through her spine. He poured oil on her waist and rubbed towards the top, kneading her breasts he went back down. He slid her petticoat and panties down and put his finger inside her butthole. Priya flinched.He oiled his mother’s ass crack, then caressed her ass cheeks one by. I took the semi-liquid butter in my right hand and began to smear it on her big boobs. I applied a lump of butter on both her nipples and aureoles. It was a wonderful sight of her big boobs now looking yellowish with the butter all over. Then i began to lick her entire boobs with my tongue enjoying the butter.She very much liked this great idea. She too was enjoying and getting pleasures indeed. Then i began to suck her nipples along with the butter lumps. “aaahhh…..” She began to moan again. I. Jack’s arm went protectively around me, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder feeling so contented. I moved my head to give him a kiss. It was a slow, passionate kiss but you could feel the urgency in it as well. I stood and took Jack by the hand and lead him back to the cottage. We didn’t say a word to one another, we didn’t have to. We both knew what we wanted. I excused myself as we entered the cottage. I went to the bedroom and got out my nightie I had brought and.