There was no audio so he couldn’t hear but it oddly seemed familiar to him. He kept watching and then it struck him, it was last week when him and h...s mother had some fun. When it stopped it had something typed "I know what you and your mother did last week and its very illegal so if you don’t want your dear old mum to go to jail for a very long time you better meet me at Homestead Park today at 8 and if you tell any one you better say bye to you mom." He was scared, he didn’t know who could. Then the practice got over at 11:55am…..Then Mukesh sir called the practice off as rain interfered …The whole school was dispersed at 12 noon….Mom wore her saree….. When she was about to leave Vicky stopped herHe pushed mom to rain….As was not wearing petticoat her sexy legs were sticking onto the fabric of the dress….Vicky then told her:I got bored of fucking you slut…Now I would make you do wicked fantasies of mine…The rain increased and clouds became very dark as if it’s 7 pm…He then removed. So I didn’t stop him. Instead, I went and stood at the end of the bar where I could get a better view and maybe be close enough to hear some of what was said. I was turned on out of my mind as I watched his hand go inside her low neckline and cup one of her lovely breasts. “You like this don’t you baby”, he said. My wife just nodded her head apparently zonked out but at least able to respond in some way to his question. Just then two other guys, one of them was a black guy, got in the booth. The whole enterprise is going to work better with a cup of coffee but, with no kettle, no coffee machine, no coffee, no milk, no secretary it will have to be Starbucks, he thinks. There’s so much to do to even get the basics in place. He stands up, runs his hands though his hair and looks out of the window. Unsurprisingly, he can see the green and black sign over a shop front less than fifty yards away. He looks down at his waist line. He promises himself that he’ll have a low fat muffin this.