I continued my act rubbing her lips which changed her expressions widely.She now felt something at her pussy and opened her eyes and shocked seeing me... there rubbing her pussy.I closed her mouth with my hands and started rubbing harder her lips. She tried to get away but as i am stronger than her she couldn't overcome me.I slowly inserted my finger into her pussy hole.She jumped suddenly and begging me to leave her.I know she is enjoying my act so i continued my act.Finger fucked her pussy. Daniella is French, 23 years old, tall and gorgeous with long dark hair, legs which go on forever and a body which makes me jealous every time I see her wearing the halter top and “short shorts” she seems to favour.So back to my story. Last Saturday morning about 6.00 am I was walking toward the kitchen for my usual early coffee when I heard the low murmur of voices from my son’s room. Edging the door ajar, I could see Josh and Daniella sitting on the edge of his bed. He was apparently upset. I know just what he means, of course. It's not that all the time, notevery case, I want to tell him. But sometimes. For some. Not me, Ithink. Pretty sure, not me. Because I was afraid it was, I stoppedgoing to bars. Went home.When we found the place his search had told us we should do, though, noone was home.Battered wood door, mud-colored paint chipping. The stairwell smelled.You know how. We waited. Nothing else to do. Parked, waited. Watched.Dusk came, some of the streetlights, some, not. Indhira spasmed again, Gina tongued her more. More spasms, more tongue. Soon enough Indhira was making little noises indicating her orgasm was coming.Ravi and the other sons walked in just as his mother’s orgasm took over her body and she shrieked. Gina continued lapping at the pussy in front of her doing her best to catch and swallow the newly emitted moisture. Finally, she pushed herself to her feet using Indhira’s thighs for leverage.“Way to go, Mom!” exclaimed Jimmy. He started clapping and.