Lambfinger.No. Not quite true. I thought of her in many different ways. I sometimes thought of her unbuttoning her top for me, button by button, to re...veal-- well, I'm not sure now how my fantasies played out, since they had no basis in reality with any girl at that point, of course. I knew nothing about how girls really behaved when you were about to have sex with them, I didn't know if everyone but me was having it or no one was, but I did know one thing. Mrs. Lambfinger was hot.She'd be. His mouth went for Quetzal’s dick. His tongue went over the tip and he started to lick, making the whole dick as moist as possible, saliva running out of his mouth, using his hand to massage the balls. His tongue wandered in circles over Quetzal’s dick before he decided to go deep throat. He stuck out his tongue and made a yawning movement, taking deep breath and letting the dick glide in as far as he could. He felt he had to gag and swallowed, that way the retching reflex disappeared and he. She wore them in front of him. But he did not give much attention to it as he was reading a magazine he carried with him from Lucknow.She usually wears a transparent saree which would reveal her hip from the side position and as it was a see through saree, her waist was clearly visible. But the special thing about her that day was that she was wearing a green transparent saree and green color sleeveless blouse which revealed her smooth arms and arm pit. She called Raj “Dear look at me”. Raj. Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" And now she was the one who was crying.I caressed her gently as I said, "But, Mom, this was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. It was just wonderful beyond words. Don't be sorry about it." She kept on weeping silently, her tears wetting my neck and shoulder. "Mom," I murmured in her ear, "I love you so very, very much. I love you more than ever now. I think you're a wonderful, wonderful mother. I am so grateful for what you have given me today."My cock was.