"We joined the student artists. Other artists filled the table. Obstacles wrenched the conversation. A sixth grade education, a mother who would rathe... kill her than let her be educated, a society that expects and necessitates completing educational steps to reach the next step conspired against any solution. The girl who had started everything by pulling out her sketchbook stood and silenced everyone. "She needs a way out of here. I know it's sacrilegious, but she can't study in Paris. Someone. I kiss him fervently, eager to share. I can feel his cock against my belly, swollen and throbbing once again. He runs his hands down my legs and slowly lifts them, bringing my pussy to his rock hard cock. He rubs it up and down my slit before entering me. Slowly at first and then at my urging he fills me completely as only he can. We take a moment to just enjoy the sensation of being joined in such an intimate way. Then slowly we begin moving steadily together. His cock touches me in places. Wo admi lady ki bur ke pas apna lund le ja kar kya karta hai. Mom bhi ab dhire dhire sex me lal hone lagi thi bahut excite hoe lagi thi. Phir wo boli mujhe pyas lagi hai thanda pani ya fridge me se cold drink le aao. Maine kitchen me jakar fridgr me se coco cola ki bottle nikalkar glass me dal diya. Achanak yad aya ki ghar me holi ki bachi hui bhang rakhi thee, maine wo bhang nikalkar colddrinks ke glass me miladi. Mai yahei mauka khoj raha tha. Maine bhang wali cold drink mom ko pine ko dedi .. “No shit!” replied Jack. She raised her eyebrows at his use of language and Jack apologised. “Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. We will talk then.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and left the room. This is gonna be some talk thought Jack. He waited nervously in his room, still quite unable to believe the events of the day so far until he heard his father calling him to dinner. Jack walked down the stairs in a daze. Here we go he thought. His dad and sister were sat at the table, while.