. yes ... yes!” I screamed as Mom never stopped giving me that amazing clitoral stimulation while her tongue was buried deep inside my pussy.Mom kep... it up until I came twice before I turned and collapsed on the bed.My legs were quivering while pressed tightly together when she smiled, wearing my juices on her face, “I’m glad you liked it, baby. You really taste good. I have a great idea. After I have sex, my pussy is so sensitive and having it licked just gives me that one last great orgasm. I. Ivy helped me in there and told me she wouldn’t be up too much longer, but would check on me if she was. Last thing I remembered hearing was Jori offering Ivy another drink, then I was out for a few hours. I remember waking up around four in the morning, alone and thirsty. I went to grab a drink and thought the house was empty until Jori snuck up on me in the kitchen. He was in gym shorts and no shirt and asked how I was feeling. When I confessed I felt like shit he told me to go back to bed. It may have been just the curiosity of it all to come. So the following morning i woke up and showered and got out my best underwear and placed them on making sure my sheer panties did the job and lightly applied some perfume to down there making my pussy smell well and truly good if i ever came across the odd guy now I’m a natural bit on this morning id thought id trim it here and there and hurried to get ready placing on my best low cut top showing off my best charmers and jeans making my. “Saro, when will chapati be ready?”“Do you really want chappati?” she replies in a husky voice. Kneading continues. “Something is poking in my blouse. Attend that first.”“Oh, this?” I catch both ber nipples and pinch and squeeze them.“Saro, paal venum. (I want milk)”“After chapati. Ok?”“Ok.” kneading continues.But back in my first experience, the kneading was different as I squeezed her boobs lying next to her,“Ajay. Stop it,” saying that she wriggled away. I didn’t leave her. Girls always love.