She turned, smiled and swam over to me. Indian sex Hell – I would imagine that some would be shopping us into the authorities if they ever found out. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against the head of my cock. We had chatted in bed about the things we could do, the experiences we could have. My Mom went into hostess mode. Is this just a hook up or something more?”
She sat back a little like the whole ‘Us’ question had never entered her mind. Funny how sometimes you only need to be with someone for a short while to know that they are a good person.”
“Well my Mom always used to say that good people attracts good people.”
“Grandma was a wise lady.” I laughed. But that’s the best way to describe it. She looked beautiful. As I spoke she lifted her hand up so it was covering her mouth. I leaned in and kissed her deeply all the while keeping my eyes on Paul and Caley. I continued to pump into my Mom. The tight fitting bodice flowed down into a loose fitting skirt which stopped around her mid thigh. The world seemed different now. Within a few minutes though we were dunking each other, splashing and generally having childish fun.
