Mallika and I were alone at home.All of us were pretty frank and open to each other so I decided to have a beer and put on a movie.it was 8p.m and as ...usual mallika was in salwaar kameez. She had worn a yellow colour kameez which was easily showing the color of her black bra that she was wearing beneath it. 20% of her boobs were visible due to her low cut style and it was driving me crazy. With that she was wearing black colour salwar which was creating a very contrasting effect due to her tight. What should I do this was sort of a fantasy of mine but I don’t know this guy at all, no one would know I went with him or how to find me if something went wrong. But looking into his eyes, I at the same time felt I could trust him. I nodded, “I will go with you,” I said. He helped me lock up my car and walked me over to his bike. He handed me the spare helmet, helped do it up and then got on the bike. He took my hand, helping me on the bike. I climbed on; with my short skirt. I'll let you know when I've got an idea of a value."We did a bit of socializing before I saw the three generations of Cheng women enter the room. My core group of three girls and I moved to greet the cooks, with a big, friendly smile on my face. It was nearly 7pm, so well after my usual dinnertime. I'd deliberately missed my mid-afternoon snack, and the smells were delicious, so there was a BIG smile on my face. I hoped there was a BIG quantity of food to put into my face.We repeated the. My other hand continued it's work on my tit, fumbling and tweaking the nipple.In my mind he reached out and gripped the tit as he fucked, so I reacted, squeezing it as hard as he would. "Fuck me, fuck your mother." I purred as the sound of my finger sliding in and out of my juicy pussy filled the room.My hips rose slightly into the air to meet his thrusts and then it happened: The vision of my son escaped my mind, his cock no longer wedged in my cunt, his hand no longer painfully clenching my.