Jab vo dhodi der mein aai to my god vo kya sexy lag rahi thi. Usne punjaabi suit pahan rakha tha aur baal khol rakhe the. Aate hi boli sir aaj ghar pa... koi nahin hai . Dadi job par gayen hai aur mummy padoswaali aunty ke saath shopping karney gaii . Main bola tab to main bhi jata hoon aur kal aaonga.itna kahte hi main uthne laga, par usne aage aakar mera haath pakad liya aur boli nahi sir main aap ko aise nahi jaane doongi , aap ke liye maine chai banai hai aap rukiye.main bola nahi main jaata. All in all she looked like a naked, deranged clown-or rather like a simpleminded version of what a cheap western whore would look like.The women lining the street had gotten sight of my mother’s naked form now, and a chorus of shrill laughs and catcalls could be heard coming from the pointing and fistwaving mass of people.One of the militia men walked up to my mother, grabbed her hancuffed hands and roughly pulled her towards him, making her squeal.“You listen”, he said in almost unintellgible. Her head stretched back as I nuzzled her soft neck, my arms around her and my hands reveling in the feel of her soft skin. She twisted in my arms, crossing her leg on my knee. My hand fell quite naturally down onto her hip. It was a natural progression to let my hand stray from there to her tender butt, and as I caressed her, she squirmed against me in anticipation.She impatiently lifted up my t-shirt, anxious to remove the barrier of my clothing. I helped her take off my shirt, and we both. We then set off in convoy for Pickering Station. Larry and Katie soon found two engines and decided to get them in steam, again this was going to be a long process and would mean an overnight stop in Pickering. Things were nowhere near as comfortable as when we used our train but we found a carriage with compartments and turned this into a make shift dormitory. We had brought cold food with us and by the evening we had a good supply of wood and the two engines were warming up. We had a relaxing.