Her mother was no less. Veni Aunty was always seen in sarees in pastel shades and unmistakably expensive. Similar to Chinni’s, Veni Aunt’s sarees ...and blouses were so see-through that others used to feel embarrassed to look at her. And the blouses generally were low-cut-neck giving a panoramic view of her cleavage. One other difference between the mother and daughter I observed in following days was that Veni Aunty had a wide range of colorful and fancy undergarments that were naturally visible. Oh, he had fucked her all right but he made her clean it out for me too. Apparently the though of me fucking her had excited her quite a bit, just like it does Marilyn.His mother didn’t need any instructions as to what to do. She walked over to me and just pulled my face into her breast. I latched onto one of those big nipples and started sucking hard. Meanwhile my hands were all over her firm ass. Soon I was trying to get undressed and she was helping me.We made our way to Pete’s bed with her. "I wanted a room so I can relieve my friend here but I guess this room is occupied!," she said with an annoying giggle. She had this high pitch voice. She was very beautiful I got to admit, but I can't see why any one would want to fuck her without gagging her first. "Oh your friend is well built! Isn't this funny, your a queer! Wait til' I tell my friends! There gonna laugh!," she said and another giggle."Look! First of all were bi! And second, if you tell a soul about this god help you I kill. He stood and followed the man into an elegantly-appointed study, at which the Spanish Governor, the Cardinal-Infante Ferdinand, sat with a number of servants and advisors at hand. The Cardinal-Infante was dressed as a military man, despite his rank in the church, with short-cropped hair and a close-trimmed mustache and beard. He eyes were dark and shrewd as he watched d’Audierne come in. His clothes were sensible, of fine material but plain and unadorned style, far the opposite of the fawning.