Woh log ek bench par baith gaye. Main aur Dave gili ghaans par nange baithe the. Mausam thanda tha. Hum dono thand se kaanp rahe the.“Hume ghar le c...alo. Mujhe toilet jana hai,” maine Viju se kaha.“Issi liye toh laye hai hum tum dono ko yaha pe. Yahi moot lo,” Ramiz bola.“Waha dekho. Ped hai. Waha chalke karlo,” Baku ne kaha.Woh uthe aur hume ped ke paas le gaye. Main karne ke liye baithi hi thi ki Viju ne thappad mara.“Kutte aise thodi mootte hai. Ek taang uthake ped par dhar mar.”Jaisa unhone. "He brought it on himself," she said softly."Right," he agreed again."Well, fuck him," she said, venom creeping into her voice, "I'm not going to let what he did ruin my life." I agree," Bobby smiled mischieviously, brazenly looking down at his mother's exposed breasts once again."Oh," his mother laughed softly when she saw him staring at her breasts, "and why is it that you have my love-toy covered up?" I didn't want to seem to obvious," he said, blushing slightly, "in case you were having. “This is your fucking fault”. Strong insistent fingers probed at the smooth, slightly squidgy flesh atop my stockings; nails digging in causing my breath to catch in my throat as small tendrils of pleasure shot along the surface of my skin and encircle my instantly stiff clitoral nub as it peeks tentatively from beneath its protective hood. “You and your stupid, fucking, snotty little Blog”. Pippa’s fingers ran amongst my hair; digits entwining themselves amongst the fine strands, pulling. He was taller than I was which I always loved. I stood at 5’9”. He stood at 6’1”. He had the most beautiful brown eyes, gentle yet they seemed to look right through me seeing me for all I was. He had broad shoulder and was fit. His shirt was tight and you could see all of his chest and how defined it was. When his shirt was off you could see a defined V that I always enjoyed looking at. His ass was plump and I always enjoyed grabbing it.As my eyes were looking him up and down he must have.