In my last story I tell you my experience with my mama’s daughter, magar uski shaadi ke baad main se ke liye tadap raha tha to ek din mere dost ne m...jhe ek randi ka number diya uska naam pooja tha wo umar me mere se badi thi maine use call kiya to usne mujhe apne ghar par bula liya, hamara sauda 1000 rs me fit ho gya, main uske btaye pate par pahuncha to wo mera hi intezar kar rahi thi. Main ander gya to usne mujhse paise mange maine use 1000 rs de diya phir usne apne kapde utar diye.aur mujhe. .”Before he knew what was happening, he felt a stinging kick to his side and he flew off the end of the sofa and landed flat on his ass. “Bitch, I told you I didn’t want you speak to me unless spoken to. That’s not a hard rule to follow, is it?” Shaking his head, Scott mumbled, “No, Master,” and apologized for being a dumbass. “And while we’re at it, who the fuck told you that you could eat with me?” Before he could make the same mistake again, he fought the urge to give his opinion and. ....So, I kept to myself, happy to give it a workout when ever time allowed, being ever so cautious not to let Mom catch me. My neighbour spotting me gave me a new outlet though, so I found out.......On arrival at Aunt Sue’s, she showed me to my room, the same room I had stayed in year after year....She had recently had the old beach house done up. A fresh coat of paint really did wonders to the place. My room, even had a new bed.....a single bed no less, but it really added to the new “feel”. He was almost always the aggressor or at least the initiator. She couldn't and didn't want to tell him no, so almost every night they would get home and before anything else would get done, they would fuck each other senseless. Whichever one got home first, they would strip down to nothing, maybe start dinner cooking, or take care of some simple chores around the house. As soon as the other arrived, the one home first would rush to the other and begin stripping down the late arrival without.