He became motionless and just stared at his mom.“Kartik! Kaaarrrtikkk!! It is paining a lot, son. Please apply the lotion quickly”, Brunda screame...d at her statue-son. Kartik got back to his senses and sat down besides his mom. He slowly applied the lotion around his mother’s hips, trying his best to not look at his birth-hole.The touch of her son’s manly fingers on her smooth hips triggered a sleeping desire of lust in Brunda, which was buried somewhere deep inside her since so many. MANYSo I asked if I was going to be the only one. NOThis was at 2am so I went to bed. I got back on the board at 945am and wanted to see if this was real. The board repeated what it said last night. I then asked which room was he wanting me to be in and the response BEDROOM. I asked if he wanted me to lay on my back or stomach and the response was BACK. I then asked if I would be able to see or feel and the response FEEL. I then asked if it will be painful and the response YES. I asked about. We arrived at his townhouse and he parked underneath. Whisking me up the stairs, I entered more simple elegance, soaking it in. Stark white walls interspersed with tasteful art, groupings of family photos in black and white, plush carpeting in muted tones and clean lines to the furniture. Sunlight spilled in everywhere. It was warm and homey and I felt at ease immediately. Steve continued to lead me through the apartment to the bedroom, citing that I should rest, but he was grinning. The light silver anklet I wore slid overmy pale, thin calf. My lusciously smooth skin from my toes up through mythighs, even up to my... my pussy. My flat stomach, just like on thehottest girls, the ones I used to dream about, then dream about being. NowI didn't have to dream--I was one of them.I was a hot girl. A 10 out of 10 (plus a cock).Brendan took each of my skinny wrists in his hands and held them on themattress above my head. He kissed inside my smooth armpits, kept fuckingme. I.