‘No, because your too dammed beautiful and your the daughter of a close friend.’ Joe quickly explained. ‘Mom talks about wanting to fuck you all... the time–at least after she’s had a few glasses of wine herself,’ Kerri intoned as she lifted the glass to Joe in a toast. ‘Now I know your joking. Your mom is happily married, she’d never want to risk losing Hal,’ Joe offered, secretly hoping that Kerri wasn’t joking. ‘I don’t think she’s that happy–she’s always bitching at me. I think she’s caught. I knew why. I enquired why no one is at home. She said that all others went to temple and she stayed back as she was not feeling well, which wasn’t true at all.I said her that I m feeling very bored at my room since morning and it was a holiday for me. So I asked her if I can watch tv for 10-15 mins. She said ok. And was busy on her mobile. Yes, the tv was on, but I wasn’t watching anything. After 5 mins, I asked her what happened to her? Why she’s not feeling good? She said that she was ok.. And gradually over the next weeks or so, she got comfortable enough to stop caring if she had a robe on or not when she went to the bathroom (we only had one bathroom). One Friday night pretty late, she walked out of his room naked. I was at the kitchen counter and glanced over and saw her. She had one arm across her boobs, and the other hand over her crotch. She walked into the bathroom and used it. Then after she was done she walked out. I snuck a peek of her beautiful fat ass as she walked. I slide my hand back and forth across the tops of your breasts, not daring to reach down yet, but instead listening to the soft moans that escape you and watching as your nipples harden even more, until their tips jut out of the water. Finally, I let my hand go lower, gliding over your tender breasts, feeling your thick hard nipples poking into my palm as I cup and caress your entire breasts. My hand slides lightly over each breast, tenderly squeezing each one and rolling the nipple between my.