The pool looks inviting, and I fantasise about jumping and gliding into it. All the windows are dark, and I don't see anyone in the courtyard, so I be...gin where I left off before falling asleep.My hands cup my little boobs and rub. My fingers glide over my sweaty flesh. My nipples get hard and I stroke them for a minute before giving a little gasp. One hand stays on a boob and the other slides down to my sweaty mound.Between my sweat and the juice my pussy is starting to make, my finger shoots. I felt slightly embarrassed and turned on at the same time. We talked for several hours and actually had many things in common and similar likes and background, I would feel a little weird at times during our conversation as it would sometimes be about gay subjects. but I must admit that I had never had such strong gay feelings and was attracted to this guy more and more every minute. I was trying to get a hold of my mind during this conversation as my desires to see him naked were getting. Mick,my nineteen year old son, had gotten married to thissweet little seventeen year old pussy. He was in love.It was so fucking touching. Anyway, Mick came in kindof hanging his head. “You’re late. You’ll be punished extra for that.” “Jesus Dad, it was my wedding night, can’t you cut mesome slack?” He was fucking cute. Always a littlepunky, sassing back and such, and my militarybackground didn’t go for that. But I kept him in line.I made sure he. Maa: chup kar shaitaan.Beta: kya aap se ek baat pooch sakta hun maa?Maa: pooch!Beta : kya aap log thakte nahi ho kya raat ke baara baje se subah 7 baje tak sex karke.Maa: haste huve, tumhe kisne kaha 12 see 7 ?Beta: 12 se 7 hi hua na mein don’t time awaz suni.Maa: aisa kuch nahi hai bas 2 hi baar sex kiya hai humne.Beta: jhoot.Maa: nahi itna koi nhi kar sakta.Beta: tum bhi nahalo mein bhi sabun laga dunga peeth pe.Maa: ab tujhe kya hua, nanga dekhliya iska matlab kuch bhi bologe.Beta: nahi maa,.