“They are holding them, the men who sent me, they’re holding them; oh please, let me down, my arms are breaking.” She bit her lower lip and star...d at me.“No,” I said, turning away, “you can hang there all night. I want the names.”She sobbed, her back shaking. I fetched another pitcher of water from upstairs and returned. I held the pitcher to her face and let her drink and then I poured what was left down her back. It was pretty cold in that cellar. She shivered and gooseflesh appeared on her. "At this point, I have already begun to hastily disrobe, so I plead with her for just one more session. With some reserve, she agrees, and I stumble to slip my cock through the hole."You again?" she replies in a seemingly exasperated tone before standing, opening the door to her stall and exiting.Had I gone too far? Had I broken some cardinal rule? Had I ruined a good thing? As I stand in disbelief, with the sharp pain of rejection, a head pops over the door of the stall in which I'm in."Boo!"I. “Knock next time, willya, Mom?”“I will,” Mary smirks, then leaves.That night, as Billy lies in bed asleep with a blanket only covering his bottom half his mother stood outside his door. For almost a week she had got up every night and stood at her son's door. every night she had turn around and returned to her bed but tonight she can't stop herself from open the door, and Mary peeks in. “Billy?” she whispers, but he doesn’t respond, so she creeps in, and up to her son’s bed. “Billy? Honey?”. During that time I was in my teens and was passing throgh my adolescense.I was very shy boy and was having very good image among in my relatives as well as in school.We were living in joint family.My father’s two elder brother and their family were living together.They had four and three children each.Our house was very lively, we used to have lot of fun.It was one of best period of my life. In these children there were four my cousin sisters.In these one of my cousin sister she was 9 years.