What was I thinking, forcing myself on my mother?But then I remembered how she had enjoyed it too, and even though I was embarrassed, I figured I woul... just try to deal with the situation as best I could.As I lay there, trying to plan my reaction, I could hear my Amma humming happily. She was in the kitchen, and I could hear the water turning on and off, and then the smell of breakfast cooking filled my nostrils. “I will face this as it comes, worst case, I will have to get her a flight back. It was... a couple years after the wedding, maybe three and...”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~January 7th, 2025I had no idea what the announcer was saying as he spoke in such rapid Japanese. I barely knew any of the language. It wasn't that hard living in Tokyo when you only spoke English, and the TV studio was a big help, providing me with so many comforts so they could have me for their new game show: “Futanari Explosion!”Yep, they used the English word there and it always made me giggle when. Mera lund poori tarah se akad gaya aur meri knicker mein se bahar jhaank raha tha jo buddhi ko bhi dikh raha tha. Tab buddhi boli, “barson baad aaj kisi ne mujhe is haal mein dekha hai aur mere ander bhavnayein jagai hain, Kya tu mere sath sambhog karega.”Maine kaha, “Sach kahoon maaji, isi liye to maine aapki malish karne ki sewa lee thi.” “ To beta ab sewa ka phal mewa khane ka time aa gaya hai, chal utar kapde”. Phir maine apne kapde utare aur apna lund buddhiya ke hath mein diya, wo boli,. .. She isn't my type. Dangerous, tattooed, boyish. All things I steer clear of when I'm staring at a woman. But there is something about her that has my pussy dripping. She's always bagging her pants, showing off boxers designed with different things. A baggy shirt over small breasts and a tight waist. A single chain hanging from her hip. A sexy eyebrow piercing curling around her thin clean shaven right eyebrow. My mind wonders. An image only a mind can conjure pops into my head. The train is.