This year he is only going to stay in astudy," I announced."I need exercise. I am getting fat sitting at home," Rahul complained."Let me think of some...thing," I said dismissively.I enrolled him in an Indian classical dance class. He was to go fourtimes a week for two hours a day. He refused, saying he would not letpeople see him with this hairdo. I agreed that it would be too much forhim so I went shopping. Bought him a few skirts, tops, dresses, salwarkameez. He was to wear the salwar kameez. And to top it all off I had a porn star meat pole. A full ten inches and thick as a tree stump. Almost the entire cheerleading squad could tell you. “Nothing you haven’t seen before” my mom said when she figured out why I was speechless. She was right, when I was about 15 and started maturing rapidly there were nights when she would have nightmares and ask me to sleep with her. Of course I got to look at her.“Sorry mom just caught me by surprise, take a look at this” I handed her the paper. .i wanted to touch her soft milky globes and on the pretext of adjusting my towel i inserted my hands under her skirt. The feel of soft flesh against my bare hands was wonderful. I caressed her for some time. Then slid my hand under her shirt. I moved my palms over her belly and finally to her hard spoungy breasts. After massaging them for some time…she acted as if she was busy with her writing………… I gently ran my fingers down the nape of her neck and felt her tremble . She was shivering with. I ate and ate and ate, and then I got to thinking about what Elsa had told me on our phone call about what Ryan had done to her – The Experience, she’d called it. She’d been very detailed, enough so that I had some confidence to try it with Brita unless she stopped me somewhere along the way.After she was soaking wet from her own juices and from my slavering over her cunt, I picked her up and carried her to the white leather living room sofa. I laid her back on it and knelt in front of her, and.