I gave deep kisses on her tummy making her bend forward because of the tickles. She laughed and said it’s tickling her.I got up and went behind her ...again and started unhooking her blouse. While removing it, I kissed her shoulders and slid my lips down her arms and hands kissing every inch and kissed the inner side of her arms too. Finally I planted a kiss on the backside of her hand telling her “this is a special kiss for my angel”. She was carried away with the way she was treated like. She felt a little embarrassed and exclaimed that she did not want to wear indecent clothes. I was puzzled.When we were shopping, I told her to buy shorts or dresses again. She blushed and said no. I then said her to buy at least jeans and t-shirt. She was a traditional Indian woman who did not even wear jeans. She finally agreed to wear jeans. I bought her a pair of tight jeans which were ripped a bit from knees and two tops. I told her to change when we came back to the hotel.When she returned. What could it mean? She had trouble finishing up her chores and constantly would go back to the window and see if more had gathered on the tree branches.Bria wasn’t in a relationship. She had nobody to ask about the weird birds. She searched online to see if she could find anything on her computer. All that she could find was the birds were probably looking for dead animals to feed on. She knew there was nothing dead in her yard and was scared why the birds were there.Bria was nervous and. She just kept holding it harder milking it by squeezing it until it went soft in her hands. She kissed the head of my cock.“son, this must never be speaking about to anyone honey. I understand your fear, but its normal. Mommy was showering you and you felt to let out of your babies for mommy. I am not a stranger I am your mother baby, no one needs to know this honey. Its mother to son secret only”Her face was covered with drops of my cock, on her eyebrows, cheeks, forehead, lips and chin. Some.