The way both of them was leaning I couldn't tell who's hand it was and the way my nipples were growing, who ever it was could tell I didn't mind eithe...r. Sliding down a little and parting my legs. Allowing the hand to slide higher with more access. I soon felt fingertips brushing my pussy through the bikini bottoms. As I parted my legs more they came in contact with both my son and his friend’s legs. I felt a thumb pressing onto my growing clit and a soft moan came out of my mouth. The thought. This story is about my mother, and for better or for worse I felt like sharing it. She got married when she was very young and had me when she was 19.Now that I am 18 myself she is 37 years old and is still a typical Bengali bombshell. We moved here in search of better opportunities, and it was good for a few years until my dad became an alcoholic. After that, he contributed little to the household.My childhood was not spent in abject poverty but things were generally hard to come by. In due. My husband often, at my request, ties me to the bed with arms and legs spread wide, nothing is left to the imagination. Just the thought of being tied makes me wet. I recall one situation a few years ago when he was expecting a friend of his to call, this friend, Rob, has fucked me many times, all with my husbands OK. One of me stories on here is about a threesome that I had with my husband and Rob.So this evening I said to my husband would you tie me to our bed with my legs spread wide and my. It was no longer dark. The moon must have been previously obscured by clouds and plunged the room into darkness but now all was illuminated. She saw Paul strectched out on his bed and he was naked. In his restless tossing he must have kicked off his bedsheet which lay crumbled on the floor. Barbara stood there for several long minutes gazing at the sight of Paul. Stretchedd out on his back nothing was hidden from her eyes. My god, she thought, he has an erection...is he having a sex dream?.