Archana understood my problem and said”Ghabraiye mat sir. Aaj us din ki tarah kuch nahi hoga”. Then she gave me a glass of pepsi to drink. I drank...it and after a while I started feeling drowsy. My head was spinning and I felt losing my consciousness. Then I felt asleep. I don’t know what happened afterwards. When I woke up, I saw I was lying totally naked from top to bottom and my hands and legs were tied to the Four Corners of the bed. I felt a little pain in my dick. There was nobody in the. With myself I can still remember it vividly, even though it was way back in 1988, sixteen long years ago.I was 35-years-old, my son Craig was just 13. I'd recently split up with my husband and I was struggling to cope with my job and Craig, who, although not a tearaway, was nonetheless a bit of a handful. He's an only c***d and didn't have many friends as we'd recently moved house. One night he was getting frustrated with his school-studies and when I asked him if anything was bothering outside. He could have just let her take a mouth full but he stopped her. “Now we fuck”, he said as he pulled her up turned her around, pushed her down, pulled down her slacks and for a second admired the growth of hair around the lips of her cunt, then inserting his cock, thrust and Kay erupted but the surprising thing was that he slid in proving Kay had taken a cock, maybe many before. He thrust, anchoring himself, pulled up her blouse and bra till her tits fell free and then moulding them into. Then I nudged it forwards, and she gave a plaintive moan as just a centimetre of the tip slipped into and out of her vagina, teasing her with its potential for penetration.It’s true, the young have no patience – after barely 30 seconds of such erogenous stimulus, she began to thrust her pelvis back against the plastic rod, making it enter her further, whilst begging me in a nearly incoherent whisper to take her, fuck her, do her. This was all the green light that I needed, and she gasped as I.