She lay still giving Ravi a free hand to finish his job. Ravi went on applying the cream and caressing her face. And when he saw his mother had shut h...er eyes, he stooped down and stood staring at her lustrous, glossy lips. He slowly brushed his fingers over them. On feeling its moistness his body started getting warmer. He then looked down over her robust chest. He saw her breasts rise up and down due to her breathing. He was tempted to slide the sari from over her bosom, exposing her breasts.. She slowly sank down onto me, and my manhood slipped into her tight silky pussy. She took me in about halfway and then started to rise and lower herself repeatedly while moaning loudly as she squeezed her own tits. I was fascinated with CC’s expression of lustful pleasure as it kept flashing across her face; it was very different from my sister’s.“Does that feel good? Do you like my tight little pussy, Tiger?” she asked, purring.“Yes ... yes, I do. It feels so tight and smooth. It’s like velvet. She pushed the plug inside her vagina and really concentrated on getting it wet. Despite the surprises she had had so far she found she was wet and so it wasn’t too difficult. She bent forward and pushed the plug against her arsehole, slowly working it in until the shoulder was tight against her and the plug deep in. She stood and turned and her Mistress grabbed the bulb and started to pump it up. Eventually her Mistress was happy and patted her submissives rump kindly. “Comfortable? I do hope. Drunk or not, he could hardly fail to recognize the girl’s young age – she was in tenth grade according to his friend. That tight blouse did little to conceal the developing mounds beneath, and only a priest-in-training might fail to notice the girl’s finely shaped hips, denim-covered crotch and politically correct little ass. The face had its own unique appeal. Bright blue eyes that shone with the promise and tease of youth. Just the smallest hint of eye-shadow, blush and lip gloss..