She had a bag in one hand and her smartphone in the other. My mom placed the bag down on my bed, then she tapped away at her phone, my tablet buzzed,... so I knew she just sent me another photo that she wanted me to cover in my cum. Seductively she wiggled a finger at me, motioning me to come over to her. I grabbed my tablet, stood up and made my way over to her.Gently she took the tablet from my hand and placed it on my bed. “I will tell you when to look at the photo. I wanted to show you. “Ah, ah, ah,” he says. “Not yet.” He slaps his dick against my clit a few times, sending waves of pleasure up my body. I groan in frustration.“You can dish it, but you can’t take it?”“Can we call it even?” I whine. He shrugs. “Yeah, okay.”I sigh in relief. I push myself up enough for him to angle his dick at my entrance. He pushes through my folds, but stops short of entering me. Instead, he runs his cock up and down between my folds until his tip is wet with my juices. Then, without warning,. I saw these two words” fucking and batting” in his mobile.I asked him to show .At first he denied but after asking repeatedly he gave his mobile and message in it is like this ” if you want fucking and batting , call to this number and she lives in this area(vijayawada),call today itself since she is free today.” Then our conversation started here like this.I: who is she and who gave her number?He : she is housewife and lives nearby our area. One of my friends from college gave her number. He. As time went on their movements became more suggestive and culminated with each male partner inserting his erection into the female with which he danced. The dance then resumed with the hips of each partner locked together. They stopped and began to jiggle and shimmy, their upper bodies, separating and then coming together, all the while their hips remained locked together.Rania watched in fascination through vision that was becoming blurry and at the same time crystal clear. She could almost.