“Please, I’ll probably get lost trying to walk back!” She practically begged him.“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you with me. My vehicle isn�...�t good enough for you too.”“Don’t worry; I don’t care if your car is cheap or old. I just want the ride home!”“Who said I have a car? I drive a motorcycle. Unless you wanna hang for your life in the back, no can do.”“A motorcycle? You gotta be kidding me, my brother has had one for ages! I’ve probably ridden on one a million times! So I guess I’m coming with. My mother had bought it to help my father’s problem but she never wore it,I woke up this morning to find my mother already awake so we lay there cuddled together in bed and my mother made a rule that we should try not to have sex more than once a day, in case it causes more problems with my illness. I was happy with that as I was going to wait five weeks for Sue my girlfriend to come back home before my balls were emptied. “What should we do today, we don’t have the nurse coming”“Stay in bed. Ab Javed se bardasht nahi ho raha tha.Javed: Sirf hilaogi kya auntyji?Mummy ne Javed ki taraf dekha aur boli, “Auntyji nahi, Leela. Tumhari rand Leela.”Javed: Khule baalo mein to tu ek pakki rand lagti hai, Leela.Aur usne meri Mallu mummy ke baalo ko pakda aur uske munh mein apna 6′ inch ka loda ghusa diya. Munh mein lund dalte hi Javed ke muh se ek kamuk siskari nikali. Woh meri Mallu mummy ke munh ko apne lund se chodne laga.“Kabse tujhe mera lund chusane ki icha thi. Aaj puri kasar. “Ok” I stammered. I stood up and took of my T shirt and bra. I then sat down crouching over her lap on my sofa. This placed my tits at her face level. She started to kiss and stroke them, then I felt her tears on them. I pulled away, asking her why she was crying. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her.