“Son why don’t you let me wash you and then you can wash me (chal aa pehle mai tujhe sabun lagati hoon phir tu aaram se aoni maa ko lagana)” as ...he runs her palm all over my chest. “So rohit where would you like me to start first? (rohit vhal beta bata kahan se shuru karun tujhe sabun lagana)” as I grabbed the soap off the shelf handing it to my mother who began to slowly work a lather of suds all over her son’s body. My mom watched as her soft hands spreading soap on me caused my cock to. Sharon, bent and crying, hugged her bare chest. Sam put his hand on her back. ‘Shhh, it’s over now. It’s all right.’ She turned to him, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, as she sobbed into his chest. ‘They’re gone.’ She cried a little less as he stroked her hair. The tears were followed by aftershock shudders. ‘Thank you, Sam.’ ‘I’m glad I was here.’ Her cheek felt warm against his wet shirt. He rubbed her back as she relaxed, and said, ‘I’m going to have to bill you for. A week passes, yet I still live! It is a dark, cool night. I feel cramped and yearn to stretch. I move. First one arm, then the other. All the movements are accompanied by soft popping sounds. Last I open my eyes; I see!I lay in a white hospital bed, the moonlight pours through French windows placed just beyond the foot of my bed. Among the show-white sheets lie black ashes and hard, dis-colored bits of what can only be skin. I look at my legs, my hands, and my arms. Bathed in the moon’s silver. "Silly," Sharon giggled. "You don't have a cunt." Well, I'm gonna have a hairy cock and balls, then."Kathy held her breath. She didn't understand why she was feeling so excited. She should be mad, or at least embarrassed, because they were seeing her naked. But she felt none of that; she felt-she felt excited!Her cunt began to throb gently, and she was aware of a dull aching. Jack had pounded her cunt pretty good the night before and she smiled, remembering it. She felt her cunt becoming wet as.