.. I do believe I can make sense of that, Pietor. Let me tell you what I think. To catch a submarine, you need two things: very good ears to find it, ...nd very good weapons to kill it. But let us suppose it is not a submarine we wish to find, and we certainly do not wish to kill it. We want to capture it alive! So we need the very best 'ears' to find our prey, and we need fast boats and divers and some stunning or netting equipment to take it alive. Tell me, my good friend, what does this. She guessed what dangerous ground I would tread upon. "Then don't ask me." She said seriously. "Just say it." I want my sweet little girl, my darling daughter to wish me happy birthday." I said.She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to sniff and whimper. Her eyes doled out painful drops of water, and then she let loose a flood. Mother's adult morals still wanted to eradicate the sick alter-ego that claimed her life once a week. Although her mind had made a truce with itself, that truce was. She had to have all of him. At first, she ran her hands through his soft curly hair. That was exciting as ever to her. But she soon realized she needed so much more at this point and before even he knew it, as they kissed, she took hold of his hand and put it inside of them so he’d feel her boob. She pressed his hand against it. She pressed it against it some more. It felt awesome. It was incredibly wonderful feeling his hand on her tit. She wanted so much more. She pulled away and briefly. My heart was pounding like a drum. Mom was looking at Raghav’s eyes.He inserted his whole 7 inches inside her with a single thurst, which made my mom scream in pain. Raghav was fucking my mom slowly in a romantic way by kissing her forehead and lips, making her forget the world she is in. He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts.He started to fuck her hard in missionary. After a minute, he switched to a spooning position by grabbing her boobs in one hand and squeezing her ass on the other.