"My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the sofa. "What's up with them" I said taking her empty cup out to the kitchen. "V...ricose veins, kill me when I walk for too long, I have a cream from the Doctors in my bag, but if can't reach the backs of my legs to rub it in" she said. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed. He had graduated from college with honors and was now back home looking for work. Typical life.However... as far back as he could remember, his mother and eventually his little sister, had always been harsh on him... If his team won a game, his mother would laugh and tell him it was because he didn't play that much. If he passed a test, his sister would say "if only you weren't a fucking idiot, you would have gotten an A". This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any. Then I started to think about her in different intention and describing mohini she was in her mid 30’s north Indian with an size of 34-32-36 but her main attraction was her dark red lips and round plumpy ass. Then aarthi said she will come to my home tonight to see the sales record and I will give her some whiskey and tell my experience with you and you may proceed and fuck her.Then mohini came to aarthi’s home and I was hiding in a room and she came and they were speaking about the sales first. ”“But I want to.” I reached under the pillow and pulled out a sheet of paper I’d prepared. “I know words. I know them, Morgan, but I can’t make my mouth say them. It’s so frustrating. I know it looks stupid and canned to listen to me read this to you, but I need you to know. I need it. I love you, Morgan le Fay. Our mother told me you were the source of all the good ideas in my life, and I believe her. I have known you took care of me and could never say a simple thank you. When you held me in.