She had been in a place where that was what she needed. She wasn’t there anymore. She walked to her dresser, uncapping two bottles and swallowing a ...pill from each before putting them down. The pills weren’t failure. They weren’t failure. Diabetics needed insulin and the clinically depressed needed… Zoloft and lithium. She sighed, slowly pulling on her clothes. At least she was feeling a bit more in control these days. There was a light knocking on her bedroom door. ‘Who is it?’ Her voice moved. The images quickly came back to me. Watching myself stoke my own cock, I imagined what my mom’s perfectly round ass would feel like. Her soft skin rubbing up and down on my dick as I dry humped her smooth thighs.As I stroked my dick faster and came closer and closer to cumming, precum began to drip out. I spit into my hand, stroking faster and faster. AND THEN SUDDENLY!The bathroom door swung open behind me!Now the rule in my house is that there are no locked doors ‘safety reason’ so I’ve. I then went in the bathroom which was attached to my bedroom washed my dick my face and lower portion of my body, in the bedroom took was my clothes as soniya was in the hall, I then put on a tight fit half pant on my undi, and then casually told her that she should get fresh too. She obliged me as a humble servant and kept her gown on the chair nerby & went in the bath, she came back washing her face and hands, she looked so fresh after that tense period, anyway I told her to change to night. Then his hands were busy undressing the mature lady. He unhooked her blouse revealing her ripe tits caged in the black bra. Ballu kissed her cleavage. Then his hands undid her petticoat chord and pulling it below her hips. Her buttocks were caged in a black silk panty. Yashoda had closed her eyes in sheer lust and anticipation. He touched her cunt and rubbed her panty clad buttocks, “You love it, don’t you, Yashoda Aunty? You love my hands on your horny cunt” he whispered in her ear.“Ohhhh. . ..