As I put my apron on, I let my gaze wander over the room. It looked relatively neat and tidy in here too. I moved around the lounge, picking up cushio...s from the couch and fluffing them up, replacing them just right... A magazine lay on the floor. I picked it up, and glanced at it's cover as I closed it. Home and Garden. A stunning house on the front, with views overlooking Auckland Harbour. How the other half live eh? I put the magazine away on it's rack and straightened up the other. Until that day, she had always thought of Hank – she didn’t know his last name – as one of the former. However, something had happened that morning to make her unsure and she thought he might even be one of the assholes. Meeting a good man was important to Carol because she was a single mother of two daughters, aged ten and five. Her husband had deserted her shortly after the birth of the second and life had been a struggle since then. She was barely able to get by on the minimum wages she was. We were eating lunch on a Sunday afternoon. I stared at my mom's tits, like I usually did. She might not be a model, but she's got the pose down perfect, 'did I leave my panties on the couch again?', with a tilted smile.I know. I know. Real children don't sexualize their parents. I'm not going to pretend understand it either, but her tits stared back! I swear. No matter where I was in a room, they followed me. Who wouldn't be suspicious? Sex and my mother were like cars for geese. She didn't. Unlogo ne muje arm rest wale chair pe bithaya or dono arm rest pe meri tango ko rakh diya. Jisse meri chut unke samne thi. Faili hui. Gili. Ab sahil ne fridge se daru ki bottlein nikali or sbko pegs bna kr diya . Mere liye v bnaya .Par muje dene k badle meri chut par girane lga. Or mohit has kar samne aya. Or chatne lga meri chut ko. Bola aaahhh mast tasty chut hai sali ki. Kaise pataya tune. Fir raman ne us chauthe larke ko bola zakir tu v taste kr hmara khajana. Wo aya age or bhuke kutte ki.