I closed my eyes and visualized myself back when I was about 9 and mom and I were in the tub full of clear warm water soaking before she started washi...g me. She never used a washcloth, but instead she used her bare hands to wash me.I loved it when Mom cleaned my weenie. With her fingers around my stiffie, she would gently push my foreskin back exposing cock head. After she finished washing it, she would pull my foreskin back covering my cockhead. I remembered how I would laugh and squirm and. Upon opening the door she looked for the most potent mini. Choosing one, she cracked the seal, removed the cap and downed it in one. Throat burning like the gates too hell, eyes watering like the Niagara Falls and an overwhelming desire to sneeze, she threw the empty bottle at the bin. The empty bottle bounced off the rim and rolled un-noticed, under the bed.Unconsciously she moved too the bathroom for a cup of water. Then she realised what she was doing and turned back.Reaching back into the. Me: Yes.I know by her face reaction she didn’t believe his brother’s words.Mandhana: Okay! Come quickly it’s already late.Me: Ok ok! Everything is done.While getting up from the kneeled position, my fingers accidentally touched his dick over dhoti. But he didn’t mind and he looked normal. Maybe I am the one who is thinking in a bad way. We went to the reception, settled the amount, went to the temple to worship.I couldn’t completely involve in devotion, as the image of my son’s dick kept coming. Ella wasn’t the only woman they were slyly ogling. The woman sitting under the striped umbrella on the nearby lounger was a target, too. Ella had noticed her earlier in the week. How was it possible to miss someone with such a definitive look? With her voluminous strawberry blonde hair, full pouting red lips, pale skin and voluptuous body, she was a glamorous throwback to an earlier age. As absurd as it might seem, the woman appeared to have styled herself on Marilyn Monroe. Nor did she have.