My heart is yours. He hugged me tight and breathed onto my neck. I could feel his tears streaming down his face. They began to wet my shoulder. I pull...ed him back to catch his falling tears. I stared into his eyes again, holding his jaw in my hands. I drew his lips to mine, and the memories cam rushing back to me. I was instantly smitten once again. I grabbed the back of his neck, and unlocking my lips I led him into my room. He limped. I sat down with him on my bed, and kissing him we both. I started to speak and as if reading my mind again he said ‘I know what you want to say, but it is in the past where it should stay.’ I was grateful for his understanding. I knew the time had come for us to part, unlike our first time we had run out of words and all that we were left with were the memories of a past, and I realized now that that is where they should stay….in the past. He paid the check, despite my protest of wanting to pay, I left the tip instead. We walked to the corner so he. ”“Bastard, just shut up and fuck me.”“No, I’m going to get you off like this. Think of it, cumming, just the tip of my tongue on your clit, pussy empty, and then we are going to have a long slow deep kiss. You say you don’t like it but last time you about tore my ears off with your thighs.”He went down on her again, listening to her swearing at him. Felt her leg wrap around the back of his head as she got closer and closer, humping his face, and then she cried out as she came, a deep growl that. He places his hands on mom’s hips and belly, the area of exposed skin when wearing a saree. After a few minutes of kissing, then sits back on the bed. Mom starts to take off the safety pin she used to keep her pallu intact. Once the safety pin is out, Mohsin slowly takes off the drape and exposing my mom’s sleeveless blouse. He kisses her breast over the blouse while mom is squeezing her fingers into his spiked hair.He stands up and makes mom stand up. He stands behind mom’s back holding her.