Liya pati kya baat ker tahe ho yaar woh bola kuch bhi per time se aaja na.Fir reddy hui or aaj dil bhi bahut kush tha or maine mini skirt pehni pati b...i bole wow anjalu sexy lag rahi ho per tumeg bura to nahi lag raha hai maine kaha nahi jaaan aapne mere liye ye kadam uthaya mai aapke liye itna to ker sakti hun fir unhone mujhe lip kiss kiya or hum chal diye imran ke ghar.Jab waha pahuche to kafi crowedy area tha market wala fir door bel bajayi imran ne open kiya door or hume under aane ko kaha. The heavy equipment had been hauled away and the contractor’s vehicles now bore the names and logos of plumbers, bricklayers, plasterers and electricians. Occasionally, a delivery truck would come by and drop off a load of lumber or a few truck-loads of sand, as well as some other materials that could not be identified as they had been carefully covered with tarpaulins. Behind the fence, there was the constant sound of hammering, of power saws and the distinctive rumble of a cement mixer.This. Exercise the horses? Who knows? And like I said in my opening paragraphs, I fucked up. I questioned this so-called work that I was doing with the horses.The next day they had me digging two holes five feet deep, then taking the dirt from hole A and filling in hole B with it. Then vice versa with the other mound of dirt. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut. Luckily the next day, I was back to riding horses.The rest of the summer, I would arrive at the stables, get on the horse that I was. Could I please have another piece of you instead of birthday cake?"Mom beamed back…just a little embarrassed by the moment and hesitantly stood by the bed. She slowly slipped out of her negligee letting it fall to her feet on the floor. What a sight! My mother, now stripped totally naked before my eyes, and oh, so beautiful as a young 34 year old adult woman ready to make love to her son."Honey, I'm yours for the taking...to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to always take the lead.".