Amrutha’s mother was also leaving for a wedding function and wouldn’t come back till evening. It was like the universe telling me to fuck her till...we both become tired! After a while, we both sat on the sofa and started talking about each other’s lives. I kept staring at her breasts all along. She asked me,Amrutha: eno alle nodthidya? (hey, why you are you looking there?)Me: alla, ivagle hingide. Innu nee college alli iddaga and first time madskobekadre hengittu anta? (no, now your breasts are. She realized he had been playing her the way a skilled fisherman does a trout he intends to let go."If you want to go to work for Lip Service I can get you a job, Mom. Claude will give you a glowing recommendation." She jumped when she heard his voice. He had returned."Have you humiliated me enough yet, Mark?" Her son had stripped her of her pride, her dignity and even her sense she was in control of her own life. Claire surrendered, if only for the moment,"You brought it all on yourself, all. "Can... is this something I can get into?" he asked hesitantly."Well, it has to be both of you," I replied. "Jen has to be interested and agree to anything that happens." Yeah... yeah, I was thinking that," he nodded. "We have talked about trying something like that, I just didn't know how to approach it." Bonnie and I would be open to it. She likes you and your blonde hair," I said as I gestured to his head.He smiled and laughed. "I really like her, too." I know, I've seen you checking her out. She waited. I looked at her. She did look good. Really good. What the hell, right?“Okay.”“Okay?”“Okay, we’ll go into town together, we’ll talk—if we can—and then we’ll come back here and I’ll fuck your lights out as much as you want. But that’s it, all right. Don’t expect any more than that.”She smiled. “I’ll try not to.”I can’t remember the last time someone watched me shave. Actually, that’s a lie, I can remember exactly the last time someone watched me shave, but I’d rather choose not to..