Our family business also drying up making huge loss but in spite of all these factors all my sisters and brothers living in a joint family except me. ...ore over my youngest brother met with a motor bike accident and lost his erection of manhood. None of the family members are able to conceive any child like me and they decided to go to their Gurudev at Rishikesh.My story is always a sex fiction so the reality is a rare thing. My mom after the death of my father was a widow but her beautiful. Bob had moved from Jen when Pete went back outside with the burgers and chicken and started grilling. I took out the cold food.“Yay mom! We are bikini twins! “ Jennifer squealed.“Wow” Pete said “you both look so hot.” “They sure do" James agreed.The beers came out and Pete insisted we allowed Jennifer one. We all enjoyed a lovely lunch and then drank a bit more. I started to feel a little drunk and I could see James was too. Jennifer finished her beer and I noticed her getting Pete to give her. No one stirred my lusts like my mother. Whenever she wore anything that enhanced her already enticing figure I grew so wet. I wanted her, all of her. I wanted to kiss her sweet lips. I wanted to squeeze, hold, kiss and suck her delightful breasts. I wanted to fondle and grope all over her sleek butt, and I wished so deeply to taste her most secret treasure. Many a night I fell asleep dreaming of such intimate and sensual encounters with her. Every morning I woke up from such dreams was torture.. .." he said, slowly, "that, here, there's too many people telling other people what's best for them. I read, somewhere, that it was about giving people a voice, letting them decide things for themselves. But, it seems to me, that's it's only true if the bigshots agree with what they say or decide. I mean, what if the peasants in a village decide that the landlord really is a good guy and they want to work for him? And they want the Priest to baptise their children into the Catholic Church? Are.