"We carried on chatting over several hours about our lives and agreed to remain in contact. I had to admit Helen intrigued me, but I've always had a t...hing about older women finding them to be a lot more interesting than girls of my own age. Not that I was a saint. I had on occasions tried to get in the knickers of practically my entire study group's female content at university (with some little success) hence having my Mum and Dad step in to lay down the law when it looked like I might flunk. But I also knew as I lay there fleshing it all out, I was going to need a partner. Someone I could trust, someone I could confide in, and perhaps share a few of my thoughts with, see what she might feel about all of this. I knew I’d have to convince her. But how? How much did I dare tell her, or show her even? Would she even believe me if I did? Though again other thoughts came to mind. Ways that I could. Things that existed and were performed, or believed in today. I could, and would use those. I’m still Siddarth’s wife. Don’t forget,” mom said.“Yeah, I know bitch. But in this room I have the advantage on you,” Mark said.“I said stop. Let’s get to work. Son, tell me how should I pose,” mom said.“Come and lie on the sofa. Keep one hand on your hair and look up with some lust,” I said. She obeyed me. I noticed that her saree is not tucked in the low hip.“Lower your saree. It’s covering a bit much,” I said.Mark went near her and lowered her saree. I clicked a picture.“Now sit and look at. They concealed just enough to tease me mercilessly. "Nice," she said looking at my cock, her pink tongue absent-mindedly licking her upper lip. "Very nice," I replied, looking at the thin front pantie panel. I could now plainly see a dark crevice between her swollen pussy lips. A damp stain was slowly spreading out from the center, turning the cotton translucent. She sat back on the bed and hoisted her pad, but purposely kept her legs spread so my view was unencumbered. "Much better," Sarah.