It was apparent from her slow rhythmic breathing she was in a deep sleep. I tried moving again to see if i could get her to change positions. I rolled... over completely, facing her. That did it, she rolled over on her back, but snuggled up and pressed her hip right up against me. All of the sudden she raised her legs and began to struggle with the covers pushing them down with her feet to partially uncover herself. After kicking off the cover, she lay on her back with her right leg bent at the. ”“Eight? He never mentioned he was married that many times.” “Oh yea. Dad loves pussy. I bet yours is sweet. Dad likes whores and strippers. Were you one of those professions?”“That’s not appropriate. I’m your step-mother. You should be ashamed of yourself. Your dad would be pissed that you’re speaking to me like that.”“Honey, you’re not my step-mother. You could be my girlfriend. You’re not in charge of me. In fact, I bet my dad would like me to fuck you too. Dad has sent some of. I had admired her mother’s figure earlier but never thought I would see her like this – with her fingers in her pussy and a black bra, which barely covered her large bosoms.I still wasn’t moving, but my eyes were glued to her mother. Her name was Shashi. All I could see was my friend’s mom with a smile on her face and with a lot of naughtiness as well. Her black, shiny bra was covering her huge melons, and her hands were in her panty.Suddenly, Shalu removed the covers and came on top of my bare. Her nostrils dilated, her eyes half closed, her breasts heaved and her plump pink nipples sprang to attention like guardsmen. It occurred to me that my erstwhile English mistress was becoming sexually aroused!I reached for the damp vee which showed through the torn panties. She pressed her knees together but I gave the front of her thighs a tap with my whip and she opened her legs. Her cunt was juicy.'You're eager to be fucked again, aren't you?' I asked.Phoebe's eyes filled with tears. She.