. Us din se meri ma ka nazariya mujhse baat karne badal hi gaya tha. Saam ko ek custmer ka deep cut blouse pehan kar mujhse pooncha raj yeh blouse kai...se lag raha hai to main chakit hi reh gaya meri ma boobs blouse se bahar aa rahe the maine kahan ma tum bahoot hi sunder lag rahi hoo. Tum ek dumm herohine lag rahi hoon meri ma kehti hat besharam .meri ma ne kaha main kahan herohine kahan .uske baad meri ma ne mere ma ne mere samne hi blouse change kiya mein sub kuch dekh kar apne aap ko kabumein. I was enjoying myself before, but this is getting me off in a different way.The uncertainty of where I am or why they’re doing this is a strange turn on. Everything about this situation is confusing and fucked up, but I am enjoying myself like I did when I was a teenager. I kind of feel like a teenager, actually.Even just over the last couple of years, as my mind has started to crystalize, I started to find myself less driven by the urges of my body. Of course, I still had a distractingly high. She encased him, but so gently. The sensation was much more exciting but much less tight than his hand had ever provided.“You are so smooth,” he told her, “so warm.” He watched her face, but his attention was all on her warmth gliding over his cock. “Oh, love.” She seemed to be responding -- responding to him!“Yes, Andy,” she said, as though confirming that guess. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled on his downstrokes. His arousal had turned into a drive and every stroke was faster and. I was pleased when she offered hardly any resistance so, buoyed up by that, I began to undo them. Soon I had her blouse open and was playing with her nipples through her bra. I knew I was winning as she started to moan softly and kissed me harder.I slid a hand up under her bra and started to play with her nipples, which were already hard. While my one hand was doing this, the other was working its way up over her knee and under her skirt. Again there was slight resistance but again not much and.