When women feel good they breathe harder.Then Kamala removed the hooks of her blouse and removed her blouse.As she removed her blouse, Somesh was amaz...ed to look at her hairy armpits.Somesh: I never thought you will have so much hair here.Saying so he fondled her arm pits, and Kamala giggled and moaned as she witnessed her son curiously exploring every inch of her feminity. His curiosity was giving her pleasure.Kamala: Kanna, just stand behind me.Somesh stood behind his mom.Somesh: Yes. He was born in Japan in the late fifties, emigrated to America with his parents, became a citizen, and even entered the US Army, where he met Vincent.Vincent was going to be a career military man, and he and my father became the closest of friends, so it was particularly devastating for Vincent when my dad was killed in a training crash.Vincent had recently been through his own ordeal when his young wife had died from an aneurism, leaving him a widower with a baby son, the same age as. Delores is gyrating her hips, they are both moaning and I lean out of my seat and start sucking on her nipples and rubbing her breasts. I looked down at his cock and I was right, it's not really going in and out of her pussy, but rather she's maneuvering her hips to create friction and pleasure. I decided to help her out a bit and reach down and start playing with her clit. Which at the moment I touched her clit, she arches her back and let's out a healthy moan and I see her pussy juices oozing. I taunted and teased each perky nub escalating the eroticism between us. It’s almost impossible to believe that all this missing could culminate in the two of us bare naked, fucking each other in her kitchen. But there I was, enjoying carnal pleasures with my best friend. The surrealism of the scene began filling my stem. I could hear and see the squishy sounds of sex from our bodies banging together. Try as I might to contain and control the moment, I couldn’t. I’m overwhelmed by that.