" She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer ...nd she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room, pulled out my cell phone and called Dad. He asked me to calm down and speak slower. Once, I had the story out. He told me to stay in my room until he got there.He stayed on the phone with me. Slumping onto the sofa, next to Bern, Dan glances around the room."This is not a bad place. It's only for a week or so I suspect, or at least until we can sort out what we are doing, and it's comfortable enough" Dan sighedThe room was square, with beige walls and carpet to match. An old seventies gas fire, attached to the wall, gave out more heat than was needed for the small room. Heavy curtains hung around the bay window, and looked out of place, in front of the new voiles threaded onto the. Then I made her lie on the bed. We were kissing. She was not opening her lips at first but after a while, she was wilder in kissing. She was wearing a kurta and leggings. After lips, I started kissing her neck, ears. She liked it and was moaning. Then I removed her kurta.Her tender breasts were in a red bra. I kissed her breasts above the bra. Unclasped her bra. As she was healthy her breasts size were 38. They were soft and tender. I played with her breasts, kissed and sucked her nipples. She. Their motions are sensuous, controlled and mature.His hands are more assured than any other time for as long as he can remember as he slides them along her smooth curves and long lines, confidently, securely. He slides them upon her round breasts, brushing his palm along the tips of her taut nipples so softly she giggles. He massages her round bottom, her creamy, mocha skin peeks out between the pale, white hues of his fingers, accentuating the intimacy of their touch upon her body.As they.