I knew I couldn't really resist so I justresigned myself to follow his lead. As we started kissing, I again felthis hand on my knee. He gently started...rubbing my thigh as his lipsparted mine and our tongues met. As we continued in our deep kiss I wassurprised to feel him remove his hand from my leg. My relief was shortlived however. In a flash, he took my hand and moved it over to hislap. Within seconds my hand was resting on his thing. I wanted toimmediately remove it but I knew it would be to. I lund was getting overheated and stiff. I stepped out of my jeans and tee shirt. My dick was standing at a 90 degrees angle. My palms started perspiring. It was as if I was in another dimension. I was bursting with the excitement if being able to see my mother’s chooth hole. Once again I tried to wake her. She did not respond. Encouraged by that lack of response from the bitch, with both my hands I pulled her saree over her waist. What a heavenly sight it was! Her chooth was covered by a dense. "Great," I thought, "now I have to go calm her down instead of having some fun." I followed her to the bedroom and found her sobbing on the floor with her hand down her undone pants. She saw me and tried to cringe to corner, as far away from me as she could, but I approached closer and sat down next to her. She was really crying, all the while not taking her hand out of her pants. "Don’t get so upset, it's not the end of the world if we don’t get along." "No", she cried, "I do like you, I. Lookat me. I'll get beat up. I probably look like Boy George or some freakyclub kid!" Patience please," said Heather, rummaging through some more drawers."I'm far from done." Oh this sucks," Johnny said as she took a brush to his hair, glidingit all towards the right and then picking at it with her fingers."Let's just get this over with and I'll run out the door." Remember we have to collect Donnie?" Heather tossed a series of hairproducts on the bed. "And I was hoping to find some extensions.