She was again shy and reluctant to take food. I told her its ok, and she started eating with me. She said to me, “Thank you, Saheb, for the food.”... told it was ok and you do so much hard work for us etc. She began getting open now. She too asked about my work, parents, etc. Now I began questioning her personal life. She had a sad story, as usual. Her husband was a drunkard and wife beater.For the last 3 years, he was staying in a different city, citing a new job. But she came to know he was. She would gladly have torn open new holes for him had he asked her.After she passed out and woke again, he was gone. She washed under the meager drip he called a shower. Then she collected her clothes, dressed and went looking for him. The house was a maze of unpainted corridors, narrow staircases and countless doors. At last she arrived at a space obviously used as a common kitchen. It looked dirty. The sinks were full of used plates and cups. The air smelled of stale food, cigarettes and. These were my drinking, dancing, driving home shoes. Whoever said ‘two out of three ain’t bad’ didn’t own this stupid car.Ok, Emily, think. It’s 1:30 in the morning, you’re buzzed, it’s very dark and your phone has no bars. And you’re wearing the wrong shoes. That’s what you get for taking a shortcut across a pass through the hills in a ten year old piece of shit Chevy Calcutta.I hadn’t seen any traffic for half an hour, and the car had died at the middle of a tight curve near the crest of a. "You need to move your hips until you find a wet spot with your erection. Once you find it, push ever so gently and you will slide inside my vagina."I felt her legs part under me, my mother laying them either side of my thighs. She gently stroked my calves with her feet. And her hips arched under me, her chubby bottom lifting slightly."Can you feel anything?" She asked.I was so shocked I hadn't moved, but her reminder had me lift my hips, my erection leaving her cosy pubic hair, and immediately.