. it’s ok, don’t worry about it,” Jess soothed.Emma blubbered for a few more seconds before rubbing the last of the tears from her eyes.“Ok, I...��m ok now, I’m sorry,” she said.“It’s ok. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. If you weren’t ready for this and we pressured you, I’m very sorry-” Jess began.“No, no, no, it’s not anything like that at all,” Emma said, waving her hand. “It’s silly, really...”“You can tell us, just take your time,” said Jess.Emma took a deep breath, held it, and let it. To be recognised wherever he went was sometimes a curse, sometimes an advantage. He just needed someone to take his mind off things and he told himself that didn't necessarily involve sex, although he knew it would. At this time of night, any talent downtown was likely drunk and that didn't auger well for meaningful conversations.He came upon a trolley bus that'd had a fender bender with a boy racer. The bus driver was a woman - short and big breasted with orange hair cut to a frizz. Likely she. From my 12th standard itself my dream girl was my mom because she was only available for me so close. We both are like best friends I always discussed every think frankly with my mom as I don’t have a father or any other friends. We both sleeps in the same room. My mother changed her dress after taking bath in front of me as I was child and I was her son she didn’t say anything but I looked her and never missed the chance but I had not seen her cunt and boobs because after her bath she wear her. Uski siskariya badhti ja rahi thiwo bole ja rahi thi chato zor se chato kha jao meri pyasi chut ko aisa bolte huye woe k baar aur jhadh gayiaur maine uski purichut kochaat ke saaf kiya ab usne bola please aur mat tadpao jaldi se apna land meri chut me daal do .Maine apne kapde utare aur usko bola ise bhi tou pahle gila karo wo mere land ko apne muh me le ke chusne lagi lollipop ki tarah mujhe vishwas nai ho raha tha itni sexy aurat mera land chus rahi hai maine uske sir ko pakada aur land uske.