I loved the leather smell from the shop below and the sounds of the street outside; the nightly hoot of a train passing through town called me to imag...ined destinations.The layout of the apartment was such that my sister's and my bedrooms were at one end of the apartment; my mother's was at the other end. A kitchen, a dining room, and a living room extended between the apartments. This allowed my mother to have privacy which she took advantage of. She was a promiscuous woman who entertained. And he knew it.Lauren let her hands fall from her breasts to her hips; her hips that writhed with more emphasis in every roll.She bent forward, her hands gliding down her outer thighs. Fingers spread as her head dropped, allowing her hair to create a dark curtain of mystery.Then she rose. Slower than slow, Lauren stood. Her slender fingers traced the insides of her thighs until they rested on her black lace panties.Her hips continued their sensual dance. But now the undulations looked much more. She thought it was me back after doing rest hotel documentation procedures. But when she opened the door it was the room service guy having food in his hands. She saw neeta and had his jaw dropped. To surprise me neeta opened the door with nothing on. She was naked with the water dropping all over from her beautiful curves. He just saw her top to the bottom standing nude in front of him.She just asked the guy to come in. He entered the room and started to arrange the food. Neeta stood there in. As instructed I opened her cheeks with my hands and slowly pressed my face into her crack. When my puckered lips finally touched her sphincter she sighed out loud, “Ah…yes….that’s what I want to control….to have you do anything I ask….I need that so much….” She slowly pulled away and walked to the sofa. She sat on the very edge of the cushion with her legs spread wide and leaned back. “Now, crawl over here and use your tongue to please me. You can stroke yourself but don’t come. Tongue fuck.