Santi had taken off and headed to the music room. Basically it was a guest room with a piano, some furniture, the instruments and items we used and it... own attached bathroom or toilet, whatever you want to call it. It just has everything.Expecting Santiago to be there, I enter the room. I see the cause of the entire episode. Santi is leaning over the piano, and he snorts a line in an awful hurry. The shiny, impeccably maintained piano, betrays the only blemish on its surface and the line was. Or meri maa post graduate hain magar koi job nahi karti hain or wo housewife hain unki age 47hain or unka figure 32-32-36hain unke boobs bahut chote hain.Hum log ek bade house me rahte hian or main or meri mom dono alag alag kamro me sote hain. Main meri maa ki bahut respect karta tha or mere man me unke liye koi bhi galat baat ya vichar nahi the. Ek din jab main school gaya tha to meri school 1ghante pahle off ho gayi us waqt main 12th me tha to main ghar aa gaya or maine socha ki maa so rahi. ’ ‘No,’ she whispered, but stopped shaking her head. ‘You are my slut and I’m your slave.’ She stared, silent. ‘Saba,’ I moved towards her, ‘we can’t help it. We don’t have a choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won’t ever stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it.’ I moved to embrace and kiss her. ‘You need it, Saba. You need this more than you’ve ever needed anything.’ She pulled away and slapped me in the face. ‘No!’ she shouted at me. ‘Don’t touch me..’ She was. ------You imagined that Father. I told you I was helping her onto the bed as her nightgown road up her legs and exposed her swollen and wet vagina. My cock found its own way out with out my knowledge and now both of our genitals were engorged and as I lowered her carefully she lost the grip she had on her sheets and slid forward spread eagle on her bed. Not letting her shoulders from the grip I had on the underside of her arms I fell in unison with her. Before we both realized what had.