Me: Please mom.Mom: Ok…When she stand up .I hugged her and started kissing her all over. Put my tongue directly in her trimmed bush. But she stopped...me.Mom: No not now son..Me: Mom why?Mom: I will let you do them when time comes. Now just lick and suck my boobs.Saying this she took my prick in her hand. I put my mouth in her boobs and chewedthem.Mom: Like that Swaroop. Like that only my son. Chew it….Bite it…Lick my nipples.Like that she was saying things that made me go over my limit. Her grip. ”I could feel Sophie’s eyes on me without even looking at her. I could picture her face scrunching up in rage as she tried to figure out what to say in reply.“You’re fat. You can’t wear that outside.” Her words stung, harsh than I expected, but I kept my face frozen. Not to let her see any reaction. ‘You’ll look disgusting.”“No I won’t. And I’m not. And I’m going to wear it anyway.” I turned and looked at her with a smug self assured expression. “And it’s only the backyard anyway. Dad won’t. Maine bhabhi ko aane ka bola aur wo ready ho gayi aur jab mom gye toh woh aagyi maine unhe hugg kiya aur aur lip kiss karte karte unki gaand par hath ferne laga kya batau kya maza aa raha tha maine bhabhi ki salwar ka jhat se nada khol diya aur utha kar bedroom le gya bhabhi ne kaha tum bhi apne kapde utaro maine jhat se apne kapde utare aur lund nikal k bhabhi k hatho mein de diya bhabhi bahut khush thi maine unka top bhi utara aur lund unke lips par ragdne laga bhabi ne lund mooh mein liya. ” I thought a second, “Or maybe not. Black.”Black was the one in his right hand. He passed it over. I took a sip.“Ooo ... french press...”“What?”“Best coffee in the world. Grounds barely covered with 170 degree water ... let set to allow the gas in the grounds to dissipate ... usually a minute, minute and a half. The gas in the grounds is what makes coffee acidic. Add water depending on the amount of grounds, install the plunger and plunge ... push. Decant and serve. Coffee tastes like someone.