Since I used to come from school late, usually me and mom go out for shopping only at evenings. Like always at around 5 pm we started from home. Mom w...s wearing a black saree and a sleeveless too. She was looking good in it. Anyone can easily get a clean view of cleavage and belly button. We went out bought some clothes. Later we went to shop to buy some vegetables also. It was around 7 pm. Mom :tom it’s about to rain.Me :am hungry mom, you promised to buy me food, if come for shopping with. So, as a man, he naturally chose the second option. Bad decisions appear to be characteristics that belong to men and masculinity (though not innately male).Jerome’s head was between her legs again after replaying himself gently pulling her leggings off and running the tip of his nose along the inside of her left thigh before stopping at the fabric of her knickers. He moaned. Shit. Was that out loud?! Of course it bloody wasn’t, he was in his own head. People sat less than 5 inches from him,. "Fine. I don't want to kick you out in the middle of the night. I'll take you to work tomorrow and you can try to make other arrangements. But you realize that all those clothes that I bought you and everything else was my part of this bargain. If you don't want to take your end, I'll expect you to leave all that stuff behind." But they won't fit anyone else." Don't worry. They'll fit someone else. But, if you want," I went on grudgingly "you can pick out one of your new outfits to keep and. I didn’t want to confess that it was more like I was going down on her while she was having her affairs, but he must have read something in my face because his face lighted up like daybreak! “You’re shitting me?” “What?” I asked. “Don’t give me that,” he accused. “You were into it. Admit it. You ever jerk off while she was out getting plugged full of cock by some other guy?” “It wasn’t like that.” “Then how the fuck was it. Tell me I have to know.” “It wasn’t like anything.” “Fuck it, I’ll ask.