I think about pulling each others clothes off and me savouring the moment where I unclip your bra and slip it off, followed by sliding your flimsy pan...ties down your legs.Then once we're both naked and so aroused I think about all the things we'd do to each other. I can imagine just how hard and throbbing my cock would be under your touch. I imagine your pussy would be so wet that even on my first touch my fingers would slip easily between your lips and just rest on the tight entrance, not going. Vihaan was still unable to get his mom’s pic out of his brain and he got a boner. With no other option, he started to masturbate visualizing his mom and her curves. A few minutes later he cummed and felt guilty for what he just did.Next day morning:Vihaan thought of confessing about what he had done last night to his mom. He woke up well early and started preparing breakfast for his mom. Since it was a Sunday Deepti was a lazy woman to wake up. Vihaan never disturbed her sleep. Just when it was. The skirt was lined with pink silk and it had a wide neckline and little puff sleaves.I put it on and Ann smiled as she detected the feeling of pleasure I felt as I smoothed the dress down. The neckline was trimmed in pink lace and was low enough for the tops of my breasts to show. The feeling of the soft skirt against my legs was wonderful.My shoes were pink satin sling backs with a 3 inch heel.Once dressed Ann watched me as I put on some make up. She made sure that I did so properly and the. I was a little apprehensive. I didn’t want to get involved in another adventure. Especially something cooked up by the FBI. Or any other government alphabet agency.“Matt, this is about Nigel St. Gaudens.” both Suzy and I groaned. Again with this putz. He was like a bad penny. We couldn’t seem to get rid of him.“Please, Chuck, tell me he’s in jail, or Thailand, or something other than the state of Idaho.”“No worries Matt, after this I would be surprised if you ever hear his name again. But I do.