Everything was set.4. EVENINGI picked Mom up from her massage and drove her home. I gave her a sheer black dress and fishnet stockings to change into ...on the way home. Almost crashed when she slid the stockings up her thighs. For the rest of the drive, Mom had her hands down my pants, holding my cock in her soft hands. It was subtle, but something about having your own Mother reaching down into your clothes to fondle you for her own enjoyment was an incredible turn on. It was her day, and yet. That guy had wife and a daughter. The wife was 39 and her daughter 8. she appreciated it and we became kinda friends. I had nothing in mind of sexual nature with her. She used to call or text me for medical advice. We both were busy in our daily routine as she was working as HR consultant in one of the MNC’s in Noida.After few months she called me up and invited me to her house for dinner. I readily accepted and went to her home. She was looking marvelous in a pink saree. That was the day when. As soon as we got in, my hand went under herskirt and rubbed the outside of her panties with my fingers, pressing the panties inside her cunt. I led her over to my bed and made her sit on top of me so I could tongue her pussy clad pussy. I soon had her wetting herself, her juices running into the gusset. I could not get enough of it and my tongue continued pushing the material inside her rubbing her cunt wall. She was not faking her climax, but when it came she grabbed the back of my head and. “Emmy, if you don’t want…” he started.She interrupted again, “I want, very much! Does that mean I don’t have to share you, either?”He cupped her face and said, “Look at me, my sweet slut. That is exactly what that means. I may be kinky as fuck, but I’m a one sub Master. I want monogamy, Emmy. I want you, and only you.”A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I want that, too,” she whispered. “I want to be yours, and I want to be your only.”Paul wiped away the tear and lifted her chin. He brushed.