“MMMM! Ooh...feels so good in my pussy!”Oh my, the way she said it, perfect.“I want a little slave licking my feet!”Right when she said that I... froze. Did she know that I was here? Or did she just want a slave? How should I know?“MMmmm! He came in my stockings!”She was talking about me, or maybe to me? I could not take the chance; it’s my friend’s mom! I stayed quiet. And she just kept getting louder and louder. I clearly heard that her pussy was wet. And right there, she came so hard that she. Tech and working as an Asst. Professor in a college near her hometown. As our engagement was fixed she applied for a post in Hyderabad college and we planned in such a way that she will be joining duties 2 months after our marriage.Once we decided that we are going to get married, our late night conversations became endless and we used to talk so much of erotic stuff and do phone sex. We used to meet every weekend and explore each other’s bodies. It was just fondling private parts and kissing. The conversation went on and on and there were talks about food and then she said ” I love pasta..white sauce..cheese cheese and more cheese”. I being a foodie and as I love cooking and cook pretty well (not bragging, people say this :P) invited her to my place the next day, Sunday. Like every other girl, she was hesitant enough, “No No, I cannot come to your place, what will your flatmates think (yup, bachelor :)) and all”. But the I had convinced her to come for the pasta (she had seen some. Thinking about actually buying girls clothes for myself made mequeasy, so all I could eat was some toast. Telling me it would bealright, Claire and I joined mom as we left for the mall. The nightbefore, when I saw myself as a girl, I was extremely pleased, andaccording to Claire, I had somehow fallen into acting like one at theparty. I couldn't say that I didn't like the attention, but I did, andwith the attention coming from Tom, well, it was unsettling, and now,having mom take me to the mall.