”I preferred not to reply although I knew what interested Anuj. My mother kept looking at me as though she expected me to say something. Her eyes lo...oked down as she began sliding her saree sideways as if to make sure that her blouse was small enough. “You never said anything like that all these days,” She sounded ignorant. Her ignorant act of moving her saree had revealed her blouse clad breasts sending a spring of hot blood into my brain.“I need to get to the mirror,” She stood up innocently. She was enjoying it; slowly I started kissing her hands and then caress her legs and thighs. She was having pleasure and I place my hand near her butt. Gave a gentle press on her butt she was enjoying by this time. She was not comfortable on the sofa. She got up hold my hands and lead to the bedroom.The bedroom was decorated nicely with good scents and dim light. I took my shirt and pant and was in underwear only. I hold her from behind and kissed on her neck, ear back and removed her saree and. I did the best thing I could think of and sped off to his operating room. Being just slightly more experienced than him, I was there first. I even had to wait a bit for him. I was thinking speed, so I misted more quickly than Kim.He returned to hover over the operating table in the same position I'd initially found him. He formed the thought, "Thank God, I'm not dead," upon seeing the surgery team hard at work. They were working with precision performing the difficult procedure to implant his. Your hips press against my fingers and you don’t move. Pushing, pushing against my fingers, wanting them deeper. Slowly I withdraw my fingers but your hips arch upwards again, straining against my fingers. Again my fingers thrust into you. Your hips begin a rhythm, thrusting again and again against my fingers. I continue to lick your tummy as you take pleasure from my hand. Suddenly you push my head downwards. Your legs open wider. “Taste the wet.” My tongue.