M. meeting wasall about."What the hell is mom going to think?" I've talked to mom. She's understanding." Well, she'd have to be, wouldn't she?" I know...I haven't been what she would have wanted me to be..." That's the understatement of the century." Listen, Matt, there's no need to get nasty. I've made mistakes, butthey largely the result of trying to be someone I wasn't. No matter whatyou may think, this isn't one of my mistakes. I finally feel like I'mgetting it right." God simply doesn't make. ” “Well then I better wake you up,” you bite my collarbone eliciting a squeal. You shove my head down into the bed and hold my hips high. As you ram in and out of me your fingers pinch and twist my clit beginning to arouse me again. I moan your name as I feel the building pressure between my legs. You have me nearing the edge again in no time flat and just as I feel the teetering effects of the edge you stop again and pull out of me. “Oh, god what are you doing to me,” I whine out. You. I kept listening to all her talks as if I understood everything she tried to explain.Finally she ended by asking me about me and my family. To reply to that answer I had to actually remind myself that I have a family. I told her that my Dad is an Army officer and is posted in Delhi these days mom stays with him. I completed my engineering couple years back and doing job in Pune since then. I think I have the shortest introduction one could ever have. With time and the distance passing we became. Fir usne mera nam pucha main ne bata diya usne sorry wrong ping bol k bat band kar di main ne bhi reply nahi kiya do din bat fir uska msg aya hello rakesh main ne bola ap kaun fir usne yad dilaya ki do din pahle mujhe msg kiya tha mujhe yad a gaya main ne bola ap ne to wrong number bola tha usne kaha ki wo dekhna chati thi main piche padta hun ya nahi main ne kaha main kisi ko pareshan nahi karta ap ne wrong number bola tha to main ne nahi kiyaFir usne bataya ki wo meri regular reader hai or.