All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-e...ist, each part of who she was? No conflict was necessary. Society could shove its narrow-eyed judgments of culture and religion up its ass. Fuck it all. She denied that artificial morality of sex, those constraints of supposedly normal behavior: the chains of others trying to control and manipulate her. She knew how wrong she had been, the battle. Dryden. We are family now, and I hope you feel comfortable calling me mother. If not, Polly will do fine. Hamilton hopes you will call him Dad. I do too." She flicked her napkin just so, and it landed perfectly across her lap. Polly Dryden had lots of class, and plenty of steel in her.We were going to get along. I could tell."Ok ... Mother..." I giggled just a hair when I said it het first time. Polly smiled at me like I had given her the world's best Mother's Day gift and we had our. Mit and I toasted each other and again expressed our love for one another. Mit’s eyes seemed to twinkle. She then stood in front of me and pulled an end of her sari out from a fold in the rest of the silk material. She pulled it off her shoulder, and handed the end to me. With a giggle she said, "It’s time to unwrap your wedding present." Mit then began to slowly twirl. As she turned, her sari came away from her body. Her full tits and their hard nipples were quickly exposed. Eventually,. Kisses,press my breasts and puts it in,after few strokes..its over and goes to sleep…thats also in 10 days….I am left with nothing….I pulled her towards me and We were hugging, kissing and caressing. I turned her around so I could hold both breasts and kiss her neck. She reached back and held my head. I began to get hard and she felt it sliding….. Between her legs.Holding tighter,she was moaning . I unbuttoned her blouse and slid my hand over her lovely soft boobs,She was getting very excited.