I’m kneading dough.”“Me too,” saying that I’ll take my hand up to her boobs and started kneading the boobs.“Is this your dough?”“Shh. ...Keep kneading. I’ll stop when you stop,” closing my eyes. l keep on squeezing and squeezing. Slowly taking my hand inside her blouse. I’ll knead her bare boobs like dough. My mom knows very well that asking chapati is a signal for action and removes her bra purposely.My mom having eyes closed moans and slowly kneads the dough taking a long time. Reaching a high. Oh he has sex with all of my slaves I am sure; Shelia said that had sex on the honeymoon to validate the marriage, though it really wasn't necessary, as he wasn't going anywhere with me holding all the cards as they say. Shelia was living the life of a slut and a week with no sex was just not going to happen. She was a little sheepish about admitting it when they were back afterwardsOver the years his drive for success in the business world has rewarded him greatly and we all benefit from that. When you come back, I'm sitting there all demure but as I reach for my drink you get an eyeful of cleavage down my silk blouse and then notice my nipples are practically forcing their way through the thin material.I stay leaning forward to give you a good view of my tits and reach under the table for your hand, guiding it along my thigh, under my skirt and over my stocking tops, allowing your fingertips to rest against my VERY wet cunt. At the same time, I slip off my shoe and press my foot. Then I praised her of her big sexy boobs and whole sexy body. Till then she was completely frozen with my words of praising and then I asked about her husband she said he went to Narayanpet. I gave her Rs. 100 and asked her to buy something for her children then I asked her when to come back? She said come back in the late night. I asked her to take bath as it was summer and dress well. I asked her to use perfume to avoid bad smell. She went into her house smiling as it was summer. I was happy.