"Sorry. Didn't know you were in the shower." "S'okay. Come on in. Just give me a second," I said. She went and sat on the edge of the bed while I slip...ped back into the bathroom and put on a clean pair of silk boxers. Good enough, I decided. It left a great deal of my body-builder's physique exposed, but to hell with propriety. Wait, my what physique? I was a tenured professor who kept better care of himself than most academics, but I did not have the kind of muscle definition that would allow a. What we didn’t know was that due to some reason her mother was on her way back. It was about 11 pm and I was fucking her for the second time and that’s when the doorbell rang. Fortunately, Neha’s mother, whose name is Shweta, didn’t have her keys.Let me describe Shweta- she is in her late forties but looks very young like 30s. Her boobs are big and can be easily seen. She has an almost flat stomach (yeah she is even slimmer than her daughter) and her legs! I have never seen such shapely legs!!. Her playfulness remained as we returned home. I'm not sure if that was because she remembered my promise from the last time or if she just figured that if both Sally and I were worried about Gary, she didn't need to be. With both of us on the case, it was bound to turn out right, right? Ah, the innocent trust of the naïve.Inside the door, I relieved both of them of their capes, exposing their beautiful bodies to my gaze. I took the crop from Sally's hands and playfully swatted her naked charms,. When I got into being single she took my hand between hers and offered reassurance and I had a sudden thought, pulled my hand away, sitting up straight.“Look, er, this isn’t, I mean, you aren’t trying to pick me up here, are you?” I asked her and felt a sudden little thrill at the idea as I saw the surprise flutter across her face.“No,” and she’d said it flatly and I’d been surprised at the disappointment I felt, “you just needed someone to talk to.”“Oh good, because I’m not gay or, a lesbian.