We set off to the theater, there I saw Hindi cinema called Ek Chooti Si love Story was running. I had seen the movie once but not my mom. I was very p...eased to show her the movie. I liked the story of that cinema very much. I imagined the boy there is me and the actress Manisha, my mom. Because of sex symbol film the theater wasn’t packed. As the movie started, my mom watched the movie very interestingly. There weren’t more crowd. We were sitting at one corner of the hall. No one could see us.. . blame you."But, David, I don't see any trace of resentment, anger, hate, or even indifference in you. I see a grown man, not a sixteen-year-old boy. When did you stop being a boy and start being a bigger man than your father?"I am such a stupid fool! I should have defied him from the start and sent him on his way. While your granddad was alive, Tim mostly behaved. After he died, things got bad pretty fast."What I'm trying to say is ... Can You Ever Forgive Me? I know you want to go away to. Your ... hard ... stiff ... thick ... demon cock!”“You like that dick, too, don’t you, my little Arab Goth princess!” I teased Tala by sliding into other girls’ pussies for a few strokes before slipping back into hers.“Yes ... and it’s ... so ... good straight from another girl’s twat! Wow ... just wow!” Tala began screaming in her own dialect of Arabic, strong hints of profanity in her tone.“You’re not gonna be a good little Muslim girl anymore, are you?” I taunted Tala as I drove balls deep. The open plan lounge has low lighting, with the curtains drawn in mid afternoon, candles burning and a bed laid out in the middle. A light warm oil has been prepared and I wait for Davina to come in she has a robe on, she is a little coy for this is the allowed me to massage her. Davina undoes the robe at the front and lays down on the bed with the robe draped over her. I start at the top of her head massaging Dvina’s scalp through her short red hair then around her sensitive ears, she starts.