I felt his back twitch the moment I got him in my palm. He tried his best to suppress a deep moan of pleasure. However, he recovered and spoke in an a...bsolute normal tone. “Ah thanks a ton, mom and now please rub it well.” His tone sounded as if it was the most normal thing to do.I just started stroking him. I had not yet seen his penis but he was quite thick and well hung. After stroking him for a minute I found him hardening further and could hear his breathing become faster. I felt like. As it was with pin drop silence I was able to hear some little squeelings…. And as I was I able to hear a little moan sounds in between I got curious and silently followed the sound….. To my surprise it was coming from the other side of the washroom which is the wc….So I went near the entrance and made sure that it was coming from the wc…. I tried to peep in but there was no gap under or above the door and I was disappointed…. So I planned and removed the board and placed it down and I knocked. She said over her shoulder, “I hope you two are getting an eye full of this.”“Oh we are, Sally,” Mel laughed. “Watching and praying for more wind.”The club was set back away from the seafront down a side street and was accessed by a steep staircase with the admissions door at the top. We paid our fifty euros for each couple, and I noticed a large rack just inside the door. Without any prompting, Mel shimmied out of her string and was handed back a ten euro note. So mum followed with a giggle,. Once in a casual talk my mom asked her why does not she wear mangalsutra to which she said I do not find any respect for it now. My husband is living dead for me. This made me real sorry and liked her bold talk. I like women to be bold. From that day I carefully observed her attitude and I felt she is practical and real. My liking to her has increased when she carelessly roamed in my house. She probably thought she was done with her life and she was leading a material life with no hopes. Her.