Oh my God, I’d done it; I’d invited him to my home. What was I thinking! What do I wear? What do I say? Will he like me? Will I like him? No going... back! Then I hear the yard gate and know its too late — he's arrived! Using all my inner strength I open the door and plaster on a smile. Phew it's ok; he is still the lovely sweet man who had been chatting to me on the phone trying to figure out my needs and wants. I make coffee and we talked for an hour, how I regretted that hour now. Next time. Sis: Mom but I don’t have any black inner wears.Mom: Who said black inners?I said only black bar but a red tonged panty. You can take mine.But return these sexy garments to me with cum drenched in them.My sister blushed.My mom decorated my sister with a white saree and white blouse.I was in the room decorated by mom with some flowers on the bed.The bedroom door is opened and my semi-nude mom walked in.She called my sister into the bedroom.As my sister walked in my dick started to rise.My mom. Then in a brief glimpse in a bit of light she can see more: the woman has dark curly hair, a black mask covering the majority of her face, and a black dress similar to her own. The blonde lets herself be taken up a flight of stairs into what she figures out quickly has to be the woman’s apartment; she is led immediately out onto the balcony by the dark haired woman. The balcony is dark, secluded, and out of most everyone’s view but can see other apartments – especially the one lit up right. His grunts became shorter, and faster, and so much louder. I could hear him cussing under his breath, complimenting my cute ass and pretty pussy every now and then. I think by now his death grip had officially bruised my ass and sides. I think they're a bit easier to direct attention away from, as opposed to hickies. And yet, it will still be a slightly painful reminder of tonight's lust-filled events. Much more than hickies ever could. Even through the beating I could still feel his cock grow,.