” “Vicki, you were always an artist. If you were drawing and painting when you were a child, you were an artist. It’s not something you become ...when you grow up. You were born an artist.” “I never thought about it like that,” I said and laughed. We talked for hours, well into night, telling each other little stories from our lives and we were feeling incredibly close. He told me about his traveling on a freighter, how he hated school but eventually went to college and got married and how much. I was flabbergested that Sushant at his age was getting hard enough and could seduce a young woman like Shilpa.”Uncle ata soda, majhe periods chalu ahet” Shilpa told me that she was having her periods.Sushant realsed her reluctantly but whispered something in her ear. Shilpa refused initially but then uncle embraced her and kissed her a few more time while kneading her ass cheeks and fondling her breasts. Then he pulled her tshirt over her head and threw it away. Shilpa’s bare brown back was. Burying his face in my twat, he began to suck on each lip while he tickled my clit with his nose. Burying his tongue deep into my love hole, he began to move his head back and forth stimulating my clit to orgasm. With a groan, I exploded on to his face with a stream of fluid. He made a valiant attempt to get every drop in his mouth, but a good portion soaked his face. As I came down from my orgasm, I pulled him up to me kissing and licking the residue from his lips and cheeks. I could feel the. “Holy Shit mom you’re not wearing a bra, I can clearly see your tits through your shirt, it’s soaked, you might as well be half naked. Don’t you mind me seeing you like this? Also, you should really answer your phone, you must have it on silent.” Olive giggles.Her mother’s mouth drops open in shock as she blushes but makes no move to cover herself. She shakes he head quickly.“You hear my phone? I don’t, you must be mistaken, and I don’t like hearing you swear young lady. So, are you enjoying.