Ok now I am starting the story in Urdu language. Aik din main afternoon main ghar juldi aa gya ub mujay yaad nai kia waja thi kune k yeh baat 3 saal p...rani hai,main nay ami ko daikaha saray rooms main except uncle k room,uncle humaray sath rehtay hain,tu main zara heiraan hoa k mom kahan hain. Main nay soocha chaloo uncle ko poochtah hoon,jub main uncle k room k pass aya tu kuch awaz ayee,main nay zara goor say suna tu koi mazay say chatnay ko keh rah tah. Main sooch main per ga k uncle tu. I loved the feeling of his arm around me as we drove, we were like two teenagers on a date, and I think we were. "Is there someplace we can go, honey?" Oh how that sounded so exciting. I absoluttely LOVED being his 'honey'! His hand was now resting on the inside of my thigh as I directed him to go left. I moved my left arm around his neck and started kissing his neck, his ear and just about every place I could safely kiss him as he drove. "Make a left here" I said "you'll see a dirt road. I placed my hands on her sides and gently moved her chest so that I could nurse from her other erect nipple while I slid behind her so she could find something else which was quite erect as well.Janice lifted the top part of her torso so that I was no longer able to wrap my nips around her nips, started giggling when she saw the fake pout on my face. She scooted down a little bit, while grasping the base of my titanium strength tumescence, leaning forward to give me a super passionate kiss,. Enough of self-promotion! Let’s jump to the story.It was the 3rd day after our first encounter. I was sitting on my PC and doing some work to kill time. I suddenly felt my mom’s hands massaging my upper back and collar muscles. It was so relieving. I minimized my working files and played some soothing music on YouTube and closed my eyes. It was not strange or shocking to me. I often asked my mom to give me a small massage. Sitting on a PC working for hours gave me some complaints of back and.