Bad guys. Bad girls. Crooks. Manipulators. Man-haters. Woman-haters. Racists. Anti-religious activists. Religious fundamentalists. Sex freaks. Radical...feminists. Traditionalists. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation. Deception. Blackmail. Extortion. Intimidation. False accusations. Brute force. Treachery. And the list goes on. Here I am, twenty. This small token of love made Anju proud of her son and as she turned to leave, Ajay could not stop gaping down at her lush bottom.After getting ready for school as Ajay was sitting on the table, he never let a moment pass without looking down at his mother. Today, as he was sitting in a different angle, he could see his mother under the light for a few more seconds while she passed under it. He looked from the corner of his eye when she was in front of him and when she turned around he gazed. Boy, was she loving herself. When they got onto the dance floor he didn't disappoint there either. The brother could move! They we loving the music and grinding up against one another and when it was all over, Shaun asked Kayla if she would like to have a night cap over at his place, which she agreed to without really thinking about it. And it wasn't that far away anyway and it was the weekend. On arrival to his apartment, she was stunned, to say the least. His apartment was well decorated,. Then stood there with her head bowedin the proper submissive pose as Sandra looked her over.She reached out to Aisha's breasts and moved them around. "Those looknatural. They are not forms or inserts. They don't even look like siliconeenlargements."Sandra pulled the top down under her breasts and pulled out the bra. "Noincision marks, under or on the side. Those look natural."Then Sandra ran her hands down the dress and moved over Aishas hips. Shemoved her hand under the dress and then.