In all his adult life though, other than those good periods with Donna, he'd never been happy. He had convinced himself that those good times had come...with too high a price tag in misery. He decided to phone his mother."Ma, I need to ask you this and I'm sorry if it causes you more pain. If you could go back and change it, so that you and Vince never had met, never dated, so you'd never known him at all, would you?" Jim waited, holding the receiver to his ear, fully expecting his mother to get. I started to feel them through the thin fabric of my button-up pajama shirt. I flicked them, and moaned. Maddi looked at me with a "what the fuck?" look, until she saw where my hands were. She giggled. "You didn't tell me you had started. Want some help?" she said with a sly smile. I saw a twinkle in her eyes that told me she had something planned.We paused the movie, and I started to undo my top. She undid hers, and out burst my favorite pair of boobs. Ever. Once mine was off we. Desiree sat back, opened her legs a little for me so that I could see my reward again, and then asked me what I wanted to do to her son. I told her that prison was too good for him. He and my daughter freaked out. Both were crying while we did another shot. Desiree suggested that perhaps my daughter teased her son and that was why he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. As she said the words cookie jar she placed her hand on her own cookie jar. As we tormented the kids, drank more. It must have been around 1 when i kept my hand on her soft mounds and acted like i was sleeping, she rolled over and my hand went to her belly, then i felt it it was smooth as velvet, and i kept my hand roaming there for2- 3 mins this must have woken her up coz she adjusted her kameez and took away my hand, but i wasn’t gng to drop down, i boldly kept my hand up again and pretended to sleep, she reluctantly let it stay, then i moved my hands to her boobs and kept it on the right one her nipple.