If I get rid of it you just might decide you don't want to blow me again. I kind of liked it. I know you did. I saw how you got off. You do what I say.....I will. I'll get rid of it. But first I'm gonna have a little fun training you."Randy stood up and grabbed his jeans pulling them on. "You do what I say, when I say, no one's the wiser. No one knows what a cocksucker you've become. Sandy doesn't need to know her boyfriends now a faggot." I'm not a faggot. I'm not gay!" I stated back. She had a runner’s body and a Hillary Swank-type of face: pretty with a strong jawline and cheekbones. In contrast, Barb had a softer, fuller, and more classic beauty about her. However, it was obvious even then that both sisters would likely inherit the impressive brains, boobs, and height of their mother. Yet, despite the sisters’ beauty, we developed a platonic relationship. I became like a brother to both of them. And while Barb and I were more alike in terms of being social extroverts, I. She told me she was a bit distracted while driving Jorge’s van and she had crashed another car from behind. She claimed it was her fault; but she was worried about the reaction of her loving husband when he would find out about this matter.Helena had only one and just one advantage: her loving hubby was away from town; so she could have some time to fix the matter before Jorge could knew it…I told her to calm down; I would go with her to check out for the repairs.We went around several. I thought about what favour he would seek from a mother but 200 rupees a day sounded too good to sit and think. I signed the agreement off and we sat for dinner. During dinner I tried to find what is the favour he wanted but never clicked me.It wasn’t long before I knew it. After the dinner I was washing the dishes in the kitchen sink. We talked about many things and after a while I again posed the question on his favour. Ramesh said ‘Do you really want to know mom?’ I said ‘yes’. Then he.