“Jimmy!” She seemed happy to see me again as she opened the door. “I’m glad you made it back. I was worried you took my $20 and ran off to you... party.”“I couldn’t do that” I explained, “You know, we pride ourselves on our customer service.” She was still as stunning as before, if not more in the dimmed light. I was disappointed that her robe was closed up this time. Her ass still curved out from underneath , but I was denied the spectacle of earlier. She reached out and took the beer from my. My name is Jon Combes, and I've been gay since my mom's fifteenth boyfriend fucked me when I was nineteen. Since a lot of you guys wanted a real story. I decided to use my personal story. This is my story about the first night. I was in bed, Mom was downstairs with Paul. I heard her scream, and ran downstairs to see if she was ok. "Get your ass back up," Paul yells. "Don't make me come-- He didn't finish because Mom interrupted him. She turned to me, "Jon, honey, you should be in bed." "Ok,". I took the car to side small lane from the main road and it is very dark, no lights and I switched on cabin light and asked her to show. She opened her churidar pant and pulled little down and showed me and pressed little gently if there any bulge kind of tissue or not. No evidence. She held my hand tight and kept her head on my shoulder, we stopped there for 5 mins and she said we will go forward.M: are you sure?A: yes, we will go.Started again and reached to temple around 7:30pm. It’s just. I pointed to my thigh and said it was only a scratch. She said it again, "Where else?"I said, "Nowhere else. Just three wounds."She said, "I know you were hit more than that. I felt it and Mercy felt it." She was holding her hand over her stomach where the round had hit my vest."A round lodged in the vest, but that just bruised me," I said, thinking that was it."One more, where?" Christ, Brandy, that's all. A round hit my fake leg but it didn't hurt anything." Let me see your thigh and your.