By the time she has traced her canvas, all of it, pain and pleasure have merged into one and I can no longer tell one from another.Her hand falls away...When she speaks her breath is hot in my ear and her voice a purr.“Kneel for me now, David.”I kneel as instructed, and as I lower my head, the swish of her skirt and the click of her heels on the exposed wood of the floor tell me she has left the room.What has she in mind? I stare at the floor before me, trying to keep my mind blank, but there is. Of course all of this was in the future, and back to the time when I first arrived I was feted and fussed over, and as the visits to the brothels and the desensitisation process began, I was still being thrilled as the brothels were in fact classy hotels and the girls were beautiful and extremely feminine. My mentor took great pains to explain why Thai girls did what they did, she emphasised that I would see stuff that would blow my mind, but it was Thailand and an excepted way of life, I was. Or 36 32 38 size hai meri mousi bhot khubsurt hai mousi ka ghar mere ghar se 5 km hai or mere college ke road pay mousi ka ghar hai mousi ko ek ldka hai jo ki boarding school may hai or mosaji goverment job may hai mousi ke sasur or sas gaon may rehte hai chote beti ke passMousaji Hapte may 2 ya 3 din kam ke sinsile may bahr rehte hai mai jub time mile to mousi ke pass rehta hu meri mousi muzse frank hai dost jaisi may college ki sbi bate btata hu hamari sex parbhi kabhi kabar bat ho ti thi. It was about these times that I began to think my mom as a sexual object. I got interested in reading incest stories and my attitude towards my mom gradually changed. I started thinking only about my mom and used to masturbate thinking about her.Oh! I forgot to introduce my mother. Her name is Malathi. Now she is 38. My mom is a typical Indian woman, with 5’4″ height, well grown in the right areas. She is extremely fair in complexion and a little fatty. But she is not obscenely fat, but.