"H-Hi Dennis... I..." she said, already blushing from her natural shyness.He looked puzzled and said "Hi... it's Linda, right?" Right", said an extrem...ely red Linda, taking his hand in hers. "Can I check for something on your hand?", she asked, lifting his hand to her face in the hope of recognising the perfume.He blushed deeply and quickly whipped his hand away, but something on the back of his hand fell onto Linda's finger. It was a white and sticky kind of liquid that had formed on her finger. Dharmesh did as he was told. He was asked to come from behind her. As he was guided to enter his mom’s pussy, he felt delighted. He never dreamt that the inside of the vagina was so soft. He was simultaneously fondling Sheetal tits, while fucking her. A constant ‘pooch’ ‘pooch’ ‘pooch’ sound was coming while coitus was on. Dharmesh was a bit casual. Sheetal retorted, “faster and harder son, else there will be a shortage in pleasure.”Dharmesh increased his speed. Now Sheetal began to moan in. His hands leave her body as she feels him start to slide the sheet from (partially) covering her right leg over to cover her left leg, though again it exposes about ½ her right butt cheek and her entire right leg. Her legs are still spread a little, as she hasn’t brought them together from her left leg massage, and he uses similar strokes on her right side, which has almost the same effect on the sheet, sliding it first right to her crack, then across to the other side, almost completely. The room measured only about eight by perhaps fifteen feet with a cold hearth at one end. An old table and two worn chairs were the only furniture. A small bowl sat on the table and a stoneware jug on the floor. I did not see anything else worth noting."Tell them to go away," the woman said clearly, her voice remarkably steady and vibrant. She looked a perfect mess: hair unkempt, clothes dirty and ragged, feet bare. There was a heavy band of iron about one of her ankles and a long chain coiled.