Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area. Deen entered the big cocks bedroom after his father’s departure more to check on his Mom’s condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream. “Mom would you like to have a bath”? he asked her, more in a whisper, close to her ear. The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that blowjob she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on outdoor the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest. Manya rested but only Hardcore for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and the right hand inside reality her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan. Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother’s half naked form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body. “What a horny woman”, thought the amazed son of Manya. Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. The wretch of decay wafted horrifically into the room. Yet, I wanted to bend over for him and allow him to take me however he chose. She began pulling her tank top and shorts off, putting them off in the corner. I could big cocks feel movement behind me, soft, frantic breaths and the rustling of blankets. Clearly, she forgot. Tori leaned into John and kissed him hello. For the first time, I could see her pussy slit below the small mass of black curly hairs. I trembled as she drew back her hips. No one said anything, but the look of amazement was seen by all the ladies. I awoke about 3:30 in the morning to them returning. He continued to kick off his shorts as I slowly leaned over him, guided my lips towards his cock. “Maybe you guys can come back here and tell me about it too, if you want?” I just add: "See Sylvia, reality Katin wants it!". He leaned in again to kiss her but she placed a finger to his lips, reaching up to remove her glasses before leaning over to place them on a dresser, then reaching back to Hardcore pull her bobble free, letting her long auburn hair cascade free like a waterfall of firey gold. But at some point Robert had a king sized bed moved into the oversized room and that’s where the three of them were outdoor currently situated. “Please, Master,” I begged, thrusting my hips forward, “please feed from me!” Instead it was a reunion with blowjob another slave she'd been happy to had never seen again. I never wanted to steal anyone's wife. Something pulsed up her shaft and then I felt a hot wetness splashing on my stomach. I moved in and settled down in the studio apartment, found a job and generally started my new life.