We were raised by servants and tutors hired by Father. Apart from the kids at summer camp, we've only known one boy our age, the son of our old chauff...ur but he left when his wife got cancer."That night, in their tent after lights out but before Lisa had come to bed as well, Linda, Karen and Heather spent a lot of time talking quietly with each other.The following morning at dawn, when Lisa first stepped out of her tent, Ginger was already up, sitting pensively at one of the picnic tables.'Hey,. I continued to suck his dick as he said her name for maybe 15 times.“I want to fuck her. Will you be my Namitha just for today? Please. I want to fuck you”, Amit said.As I didn’t know what to say, more the shock was that everything is happening so fast and I was wondering whether I am dreaming.Though I had fantasized Amit fucking his girlfriend or me sucking Amit’s dick and all. I had never thought we would come to this stage any day.I didn’t say that I agreed, but I stood up and held his hand. At that point I don’t even think I heard what she was saying because I was fucking my Mother so hard that the bedsprings were screaming.As I pounded my cock in and out of my Mom, I heard her voice but not the words. I just kept fiercely thrusting into Mom’s hairy wet cunt just as fast and as hard as I could. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to stop me from finally fucking my own Mother.Mom moved her hands down until they were on my back, almost in a caressing way. I continued my mindless. I’ve been nicotine-free ever since. I’m sure that contributed to the fact that I am now one hundred years old. Actually, I didn’t expect to get here though. I’m not what one would call extremely optimistic. I believe that we should live the very best we can with each day we’re given, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to call out days and years on how long we’re going to be here. Who the hell knows? Did I know I was going to be one hundred years old? Hell no!!! The funny thing about all this.