However, the problem was that she had hardly any reaction, though sometimes she said she was not matured enough to think about it at that moment. Well... that’s ok, but how long would she say it? One day, somehow I was informed that mentally she was unfit. One matter, I was not too matured then, so I had to take suggestions from my friends, who had experiences about love. Many things were pointed out- her illness, her quietness and some other matters. I had been told that her quietness seemed to. You growl at him, “I have to go!” He smiles. He swings a bandanna in his hand with a playful smile and then wraps it around your mouth, not too tight, but clear there is to be no talking back. You glare and squirm, squirm and glare, and he smiles again, sitting on the bedside, offering you some water. You grunt at him. You begin to wonder whether he will actually go through with this as your grimace in pain. He runs his hands lovingly over your body, circling your nipples. God that feels good.. And just as he had expected, another big jolt, and he was back at the beginning, staring at his mothers tear streaked smiling face. But he didn’t cry this time, he smiled up at her knowingly. He knew the game now. And this boy could play. ———————————– The stairwell was dark, at least at first. Her eyes began to adjust a bit as they descended, and she noticed that there were lights further down, dim though they were. Perhaps the equivalent of an interior car light if comparisons were to be made.. After about 10 minutes, mom came to me and told me everything that happened and asked me not to be ashamed because it’s part of everyone’s need and asked me to not tell my anyone about it if I truly love her.She said Bill will look after her well and satisfy her needs. She said just to be normal and these stuff happens and thinks Bill as your father so that it won’t bother you.I haven’t told Anyone anything and this had been going on until today. They are very open, kissing and hugging in front.