My step father told my mother “Don’t worry dear, we’ll be fine, see what’s needed and come back when you can, I’m sure Chris will help out. ...�� As he said this he placed his big hand on my shoulder causing a spark to go through me. Saturday morning I saw my mom and grandma off. Bob was at work, as he usually was open a half day on Saturday, but he didn’t get home to 5:00 P.M. He came in with several bags. “Chris, come upstairs with me I bought you some things.” I followed him up. Several times that first year, you ended up in the prison hospital bruised, bloodied, and beaten, because you refused to become a bitch. After the last time a guard named Hector Ramirez, feeling sorry for you, gave you some good advice. He told you, that unless you wanted to end up in the morgue or drinking nourishment through a straw you were either going to have to make some friends or GET RESPECT. You’d been in prison long enough to know what that meant and you moved to do something about. So I started talking to her regarding her injury like how it is now and where exactly it is. She told me it is almost recovered.I again asked her where exactly it was? She took my index finger and directed it to the injury. It was just at the starting of her ass crack. I felt the crack but acted like I didn’t have the location. I said I didn’t get it.She then took my hand put inside her saree and moved it to the ass crack. Then I said I got it and linger little longer there, she was just. “Why did you do that?” I asked.“Just for the fun of it,” she replied, with a sheepishgrin, shaking her head back and forth.“Let’s hope the neighbors don’t call the police on a naked man scaring the hell out of her kids.”“It’s a private back yard,” I replied. “The police won’t do anything.”I pulled myself up on the side of the pool, my raging hard on, arching upwards towards my belly.“Damn!” she called out at the sight of my raging hard on. “You’re going to get us busted.”She slowly sauntered.
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