I could see her weeping and running and I was dead scared thinking if she would create a scene but nothing like that happened and this touching now an...d then continued. One day she was putting the clothes in the washing machine and I slowly went from behind and with my left hand caught hold of her left boob and with the right hand started pressing her cunt above her saree.She did not know how to react and started pushing my hand away but did not know which hand to push as I had both her tit and. I had never known it possible for a man to be so beautiful, so unutterably perfect that my chest swells to bursting knowing that I love you. I lean closer, allowing my hand to trace the cool line of your brow. You don’t stir, your lids heavy with the exhaustion of making love to me. Every muscle in my body wants to pull you to me and wrap you in my arms so closely you wake to my touch, but I dare not rouse you so late at night. I feel tears in my eyes at the thought of you. What had I done to. She stood up, my cum leaking out of her. “So, who wants to lick me cl—”The doorbell rang.“The pizza,” Mom gasped. “You two get dressed.” She grabbed her purple silk robe and pulled it on. She drew it over her body and belted it close about her. Her nipples poked at the front. Her breasts jiggled as she headed towards the door.I grabbed my discarded panties and then darted to the sitting room where the rest of my clothes, both my old ones and the new ones I’d bought, awaited. My naughty modeling. As David’s car was pulling out of my garage at the rear of my unit, I heard the front door bell ring. I was still just wrapped in a towel. Fortunately, the dress I had worn the night before was still on the floor at the foot of the stairs. So were my knickers. I was dressed before the roller door had finished closing. I pulled the dress over my head and put on last night's knickers and went to answer the front door. My heart was racing! I could still hear David's car as I opened the door and.