" That seems kind of off, David. I am your mother first." No. You are my whore. I promise to act normal while we shop." I do need some new lingerie... I guess it would be okay." Perfect. We will have a great time, I promise."Susan smiled at her son. In one way, she liked the closeness they were sharing but thought their behavior was a bit dark. They continued to eat breakfast. After a bit, Susan got up and cleared the table."Mother, we should get dressed and go to the mall. Wear. They told me of the hassles of trying to get pregnant when you're no longer young—the temperature taking, the scheduling, the loud, slow tick of a biological clock running down. "It takes some of the fun out of it," said Sheila once."But it's still fun!" Stan added. I nodded, suddenly remembering how much fun Sheila could be.Sister Susan, meanwhile, wasn't having fun. She'd married, too, but I gathered the marriage was a stormy one. "Well, she was always like that," Stan said, making me glad. The last thing I remember before drifting off into a sound sleep, was the memory of how soft the head of his dick had been.Ron waited for half an hour before going upstairs. He wanted to taste that white pussy, and had no intention of waiting another day! Going to her room, he gently pushed open the door. Linda was lying on her back, sound asleep. He tiptoed next to the bed and slowly raised the hem of her dress. She wasn’t wearing panties! Her neatly trimmed pubic mound was just asking for his. In Pune, we had a 2000sqft plot and in 1000sqft we already had a small house of 1bhk and my dad was thinking of building two one-room kitchen so he can rent it and earn some more money. So this was happening long back when I was 13-14 years old and I was just a kid.My father had a word with a man and he was ready to construct the house the way dad wanted. Pehele to vo thekedaar acha laga mujhe kyunki usne mujhe pehele din ek cadbury de the so uske image acche hogaye the mere samne par vo mere.