The place we had come to was like the gothic castle from a darker European fairy tale, all turrets and towers and fantastical gargoyles, leaded window... and a roof of shale and slate. Everything black, and even Death has more style. But almost no one is as important as this. Kieran reaches across the short distance between us and takes my hand. I smile at him. Kieran is never scared, and yet, here we are, shaking on the doorsteps of Kage's house. Inside the darkness is lit by old fashioned oil. My mom is 40 and she is not educated and mostly stays at home and wears a normal sari at home, she doesn’t care to keep her saree proper while working at home so most of the time when she is working at home her half boobs are visible underneath of her blouse which she won’t notice but her growing son has started to notice it and was getting hard on the merry glimpse of her beautiful melons and to fierce my sexual desire she have a great hips which will be clearly noticeable from her cotton. She reached up to her breasts and rubbed them roughly like she was trying to get blood in them. She pinched her nipples and pulled them up and wiggled them. She reached down and picked up her toiletries and headed into the bathroom. She came back out of the bathroom and came to the table in front of the window. Standing at the table, totally naked, fully displaying her shaved pussy, her labia framed her clit just above the dark wood of the table. She picked up her cell phone, dialed a number. " Together we turned to look in the giant mirror I stopped dead in my tracks. The girl I saw in the mirror was gorgeous, she looked a lot like Anne or my sister but she also looked a lot like me, but now I was drop dead gorgeous, the girl of my dreams. I twirled around and looked at myself from all angles and decided there was no way anyone would know I was a male without lifting my skirt. Anne stood there playing with herself watching me, "Watching you is quite a turn on." I replied by lifting.