She told, she came to meet her friend and but she entered the wrong lane. We exchanged our numbers, chatted in WhatsApp. We went out shopping and movi...s, she mostly paid. But we were getting close every time. She even talked about her sex life.She was having sex from her college days. Her family from Kerala but settled in Bangalore. She doesn’t have a mother, she is working in a Software Company. I even told my fantasies too. She was open-minded, she laughed first but she accepts it. We got. I was also not so naive as to think that after this reawakening of my mother’s sexuality, I would be the only one that enjoyed her charms.Rodrigo sounded sincere as we shook hands, “I cannot tell you how much of a pleasure it is to have met you and your mother, Mr. Connelly. I will remember the two of you for a very long time.”“I’m sure we will remember you too. I was just on my way out for dinner. I won’t be back until after breakfast tomorrow.” I nodded to a smiling and appreciative Rodrigo. " Now Tiny, Auntie Sarah says you are going to show Peter what a goodtime girl you are, it's time to repay the compliment he gave you lastyear. You told me you have wanted to give Petra a blow job and herewe are, your dream has come true." Do you think Tiny looks sexy in his panties, Petra? Don't you justadore the colour?"Peter knew that he had to play along. "Oh yes, you look ever so sexyTiny, the colour really suits you Tiny."Sarah now put the cane between Peter's thighs and began moving. Pain shot through my brain like the crackling of cruel lightning. Half-formed thoughts whirled in my head and I struggled to turn them into something concrete. Where was I? For that matter, who was I? What was my name? I fished around in my reeling brain for memories, but it seemed like there was nothing there. Well, almost nothing. My name felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, but it remained, frustratingly, just beyond reach. There seemed to be nothing in my brain at all beside my.