Thank god I never asked him. (This boy story was fake and false and it was just an excuse to impress my husband)Nikhil:- Really Thank God as you were ...saved from being in the wrong relationship.Aisha:- Leave, thank you for understanding me.(I kissed him on the cheeks)We reached our hotel and after some sightseeing, selfie, and dinner. We reached our room. As a honeymoon couple, the resort had decorated our bed with petals.Nikhil:- Did you love this Aishu?Aisha:- this is like a dream as I have. Her sons name was Michael and he was almost nineteen years old. He was a slightly built lad who was clearly uncomfortable in the company of others and was happy to let his mom do all the talking. I did however notice that he was taking every opportunity he could to observe Cherry as she moved around the kitchen making coffee and putting a plate of biscuits on the table. She was wearing a grey track suit and was completely covered up but she still had her night shirt on underneath and it was. I fingered her till I felt her juices flowing then I added another finger and slowly churned her dripping cunt. She hugged me tightly and her mouth found my neck where she continued to suck. She humped her mound into my hip. I had two fingers in her with my thumb teasing her nether hole. I pushed my fingers in to the second knuckle and slowly twisted them inside her. My fingers were soaked with her juices so I started thrusting a little faster really enjoying the sensation of fucking her with. All the time, his mouth stayed on hers, his tongue dipping into he mouth over and over. Leaving the clothes where they fell, he steered her into the living room and threw her on the rocking chair that sat in the corner. Kneeling before her, he lowered his head and took one of her rock hard nipples in his mouth. Her back arched up and he began to devour her breasts, first one, then the other, before moving his way down her stomach. He took a moment to enjoy her belly button before going down.