.Down to my belly and now she was very low..Too low..I twitched a little and pretended to be fast asleep already.Moaning a little in pain from the fev...er.What happened next changed everything…I could feel my mom’s warm hands enter into my tracksuit bottoms.Through my boxers and touch my hard 8inch cock…I jolted a little and she grasped it. I opened my eyes and she looked into mine. I saw my mother’s eyes and stared at it while she slowly started to rub my cock.I stared deeper into her eyes as. ”Kit quickly swung in his saddle and gave George a glare. “I said almost, darn it.”I patted him on his back in sympathy while George just chuckled.Less than an hour later we dismounted in front of the courtyard gate and handed over our horses and turned just in time to each get a greeting from our respective wives. Once the hugging and kissing was over, I suggested we all have coffee on the terrace, and we could tell the story of our adventure in Las Cruces.Celia ran off to arrange for coffee. I heard the knock on the door and just at that noise, my dick stood up. I opened the door and found her in a transparent saree with tight blouse exposing her cleavage and low hipped saree.Her nipple was waiting to be let out.I held her by her hip and pulled her towards me and closed the door. What happened next was absolute fantasy.I ‘ve always love cross undressing. I started slowly removing her saree and she was staring at my hard on. I slowly squeezed her boobs and she gave a soft moan. Now. It is even more intimate than sex.”“On the table near the window is an envelope with money for your work as a model. I put another one exactly the same for dressing you. I know that dressing a woman is not worth the money, but I do it to break your stupid Puritan prejudice."She grinned and shrugged. I regarded this gesture as consent.“Nor a one man has dressed you yet?” I asked.“Of course they not and never. They only undressed me, but dressing a woman between you men is considered indecent..