Jane wale the usi din se maine chachi ke ghar jane laga.Pahile toh mai thik se padhai kiya. Par dusre din jab mai gaya toh kuch aisa hua ki mera mere ...arse control choot gay. Chachi hardin safsafai karti this gharmai pocha lagana ye sab vo khud karti thi. Isiliye unka figure abhi bhi 34 32 36 ka hai dikhane puri dudh ki tarah safed or ekdam cute smile.Usdin jab vo pocha laga rahi thi toh unhone kuch ajib tatha se sadi pehen thi. Sadi ka ek kona niche pakad kar upar kartar uthaya tha jis wajaha. “Of course, I still feel bad about last night! Do you think I don’t have feelings?” She pounded her fist on the table, spilled her coffee, and shouted: “I don’t know why men don’t like me!” She broke out in tears and ran from the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.I stood stunned as the coffee dripped onto the floor. I have never seen my mother lose control as she did just now. A quietness settled over the kitchen. Then the toast popped up and startled me.“Oh shit.” I got myself moving. I kissed teasingly along the top of them, where the lace met the bottom of her tummy. She let out a long appreciative purr followed by a sharp gasp as I nuzzled at the front of her knickers, dying for her to open those amazing legs.My hands still wandered up and down her surprisingly firm but smooth thighs, straying over her hips and ass, and up under her blouse over her tummy. Eventually, I hooked my fingers in the sides of her knickers.“Yes, oh please.” Came the dreamy and breathless voice as. Not only that, but I was turning out even better stuff than what I sold.“I caught the attention of Renee Buckner in the university’s art department. She conned me into giving a couple of seminars in her classes, and then into having a two-month exhibit of my work at the university gallery. I brought thirty of my paintings over and we set up the exhibit. Renee held a gala wine and cheese reception to launch the exhibit and anybody that was anybody at the university and in the art circles around.