Nor, now hewas coming off his high, did having a period cycle. Surely he couldcontrol himself.At least he could get most of the shopping in one place....e headed to WHSmiths first. A book shop that sold other bits and piecesof stationary. He found himself going through several diaries until hefound one that he thought would pass Kelly's inspection. It was creamcolored with a pretty flower motif; lots of splashes of soft colors. Hekidded himself by believing it could be for either gender.But it. They left, and I headed for my camp up on the hill.I had just reached my camp when the first group of Harlow's Raiders rode in. They kind of froze in position when they arrived as if they had no idea of what to do. It was obvious that the camp was destroyed. I suppose that there was no backup plan, and most of these guys were not very bright. A few dismounted and wandered around to various places in the camp, probably checking out the place where their tents had been, but most of the men stayed. Once done she wore the blouse and showed it to Raja.“Wonderful!” he said out loud. Raja was very impressed by my mother for the blouse she made. “I am proud of you Jayah,” he complimented. “This is the best blouse you have made till now. Show it to Jegan,” he said.I was shocked to hear what he said. Raja actually encouraged my mother to come close to me to show off the blouse she made while she was wearing it. A parrot green blouse which coincidentally matched the dark green sari she wore that. I start playing with my own pussy, rubbing and sliding around, so fucking aroused. I reach around the back and swirl a finger on my little asshole too. God Ella’s body reacts so well to that. My knees shake a bit. Back and forth between pussy and asshole. It becomes subconscious as I return my attention to my mommy. As wet and warmed up as she’s going to get, I thrust up suddenly as hard as my little arm can punch. Splop! My hand finally pops past the last knuckles. Inside mommy’s cunt. Grace.