John was wearing a big smile and a big hard-on as he stared between his mother's thighs."Thanks, Mom" John replied, staring blatantly up her skirt. "Y...ou were pretty fuckin' hot yourself!" I feel so wicked, John. Having sex with my own son and having all these kinky ideas" she confessed. "And the strange part is that I don't care. I know what we're doing must be wrong, but I can't stop myself and don't want to." I know what you mean. I have a lot of pretty kinky thoughts about you too, Mom.. Unhone night gown pehana tha. Wo ekdam hot lag rahi thi. Bhabi ne mujhe baithne ko kaha. Unhone mujhe coffee pilayi aur phir mere haat me 1 photo diya aur kaha, “kaisi lagi ye ladki tumhe shaadi ke liye?” maine photo dekhi, lekin vo ladki mujhe itani achhi nahi lagi. Mai kuch nahi bola. Bhabi ne meri or dekha aur boli,”agar nahi pasand to keh do, mujhe bura nahi lagega.” Tabhi mai bola,”Ha bhabhi, mujhe aisi ladki nahi chahiye”. Bhabi boli,”To kaisi ladki chahiye” Mai bola,”Bhabi aapke jaisi”. She fought against those things with every ounce of energy she could command.I had no doubt that the Birmingham medical community would soon be bombarded with demands to first find out what was wrong with me, and then to fix it. I had presented Joyce with her new primary project. All else would go on hold for her, until such time as my situation was understood, then resolved, to her complete satisfaction.In a way, as I finally was released so that Joyce and I could spoon together, I knew I'd. I just looked out and to my surprise the servant was totally naked and has just started her bath right below that window and was applying soap all over her body. Her back was towards me and she was sitting on the floor with her knees bent. I could see her ass suddenly she got up and I had a clear vision of her nice ass she applied some soap on her hands and then bent down to apply it on her legs and I was able to see her asshole and bushy cunt lips. I got off the stove and pull my pants down.