Par maine use bataya nahi, kyo ki mujhe uska aisa karna achchha lag raha tha.Wo mera land sahlati sahlati mujhe kiss bhi karne lagi, pahale to usame m...re kaano ko chuma, phir mere gaalo pe ek kiss kiya, phir usane mere lips pe ek lambaa sa kiss kiya. Ki naa janemujhe kya hua, maine ghum ke use apne baanho me jakad liya tha. Usne mere land ko sahlana chhod ke mujhe apne baanho me bhar liya tha.Mera sar uske dudhu ke bich me fasa hua tha, wo lambi lambi saand le rahi thi. Usane apna top utar. Tracy moved her trolley to head away from the old lady, as she turned my hand ran over her breasts, there was no bra.“I said touch me, I want your hands on my skin, and not just my arms!” I moved around her , my hand stayed in contact whit her dress, now I held her waist, then I was past her stood on her other side. I wanted to do more. But hesitated, Tracy didn’t. Her hand was on my groin, only briefly, but enough to get the reaction she wanted.“When?” she asked, picking up a tin of something. I'll show you that I always finish what I start."My next sentence was:"Are you HIV/STD free? I don't like or you to wear condoms."He said he was HIV/STD free. But, I asked:"Can you show me proof of it?"Immediately he went into his wallet and pulled a piece of paper and I saw with my own eyes that it said that he was non-reactive. That took a big load off of my back. I showed him mine. So we took off to his apartment.When we got there we started to kiss and undress even before he opened his. Never was there a mention of what THEY could do to make life better. Dad never noticed what Mom was doing. She was just doing ‘women’s things’, nothing important. Slowly over the years Mom began to be recognized for the work she did in her community. She began to be recognized as one of the go to people when something needed to be done. All her work standing in line at soup kitchens and organizing food drives put her in contact with the movers and shakers of the community. She, without even.