So after that I think plan for doing fuck my mom so I decided to fuck mom after giving sleeping pills so I go to pharmacy and buying sleeping pills an... come back and planning to give in after noon lunch because we are alone in house and no one can come so I can easily doing what I have to do so I decided to it and take some sleeping pills in hand and finding chance to mix with mom dish and after we starting our lunch mom tell me to take some cold water from fridge so take water and just mix it. Hell, I can go to the media.”“And tell them what?”“George is a pervert. She reads porn in the bath.”“Erotica.”“Whatever.”“And tries, largely unsuccessfully, to masturbate.”“What?”“Well, I needed two hands, see, and I needed one for the tablet.”“You amaze me.”“What, my lack of dexterity?”“No, your big mouth.”“You love my mouth.”“I do.”“Read. What’s the next one?”“Er ... Just read it out?”“Title and author first, of course.”“Okay, this is Fingersmith, by...”“Sarah Waters. I’ve read that. Go,. "Are you sure you wouldn't like that," he asked, still keeping me on the edge, "having a hot young stud fuck you five or six times in an evening, wouldn't your pussy want to be full of his cock, orgasming as he moved inside you, feeling his cock pulse as he filled you with cum?" I looked at him - dare I say yes? His fingers slipped into my hole. "I can feel how wet you are thinking about it. You are thinking about it aren't you?" I nodded. "And you want it" I nodded again. "Say it." "Yes I want. I couldn’t be sure whether Olya was coming. The most frightening thing was what I’d do if she came. When I came there, the girl was still out. I sat down on the porch’s stairs of that cottage-house and thought about my next step I’d do when she was there. I was so absorbed in my thoughts, when I suddenly heard the foliage’s rustle. I became cautious, but then I became relaxed when I saw my passion, Olya. Perhaps, she was too cautious of our encounter and she came up to me in silence. My heart.