What was I thinking! That was my mother in there! I wanted to turn my face away from her, but I could not resist the temptation of viewing my naked mo...m. I never saw my Mom in her bra or panty.The big melons were gently swaying side by side with gentle eroticism covered by her bra cups. She had turned me on. I looked at my crotch area and I was posing a tent in front of my pant.Somehow, the sari and petticoat were still clinging on her body. She pulled the sari out of her petticoat and allowed. Cari finds that details such as these, if plannedwell, make her job of persuasion that much easier.Cari employs her charms in different ways with different clients. As afemale she has license to touch her clients more than as a male, be it areassuring hand hold, a guiding of the elbow or a considerate hand to theshoulder. She has found that women, as much as men, respond to this moretactile approach. She has learned when to demure to the 'superior'intellect of a client or when to hold their. My breathing and heart rates were well off the Richter scale.After about thirty minutes of tender kissing and cuddling, I had fully recovered and lay there wondering where do we go from here? From taking a few peeks up a girl’s skirt on a train, I had been taken on a sexual journey way beyond my fantasies. I couldn’t see a great friendship or relationship developing; we meet up and have sex. As wonderful and fulfilling as that maybe was, I’m accustomed to relationships of greater depth. I. Each blast was a solid pillar of cum, hosing her down like a fireman. At last he slowed to a trickle, and the cat eagerly licked up every remaining drop from his shaft. She was a mess, her entire face dripping with cum, her previously tabby face now white. She licked her lips and angel could see the cum webbing around her teeth and tongue."Come on, there's more to see." Sabrina said, tugging a slightly reluctant Angel with her."He must have been saving for days." She said, dazed by the huge.