Everything was planned…. She made some excuses at her home and we decided a pick up point…. I parked my car at particular spot and waited for her�...�. After 15 mins there she was… My girl.. Was in a black crop top and black shorts and black heals…. With open hairs she was just looking perfect wearing that perfect layer of her makeup….. She came and sat in car and we started our journey….. We were almost half way there…. We were talking and enjoying light music with our hands holding each other….. Swing by my place at seven tonight.” I had listened to that voicemail a few times. Why? Mainly because of Diana’s voice. But, also because of the desire dripping from her every word.Diana was the Mayor of the town that I had grown up in. I had since moved to the big city thirty minutes to the west. It had been a while since I had talked to her, though she did send me a, ‘Happy Birthday’ text a few weeks ago.On the way over to her house, I figured that her husband, Robert was out of town.. I m living in chennai tamilnadu, my friend ashok living in salem, his mom nameIs sujatha aunty, reallly she looks like old actress radha who is acted withKamal & rajini……when i enter into his home his mom invited me, so iWent in & she offer tea to me, at the First site really i go crazy but i control my desires bcos she my mother, so iChanged my mind & i interupt with her not in sex mind i try to convinceMyself from bad desire to normal , i know that is sin becos she my friend’sMom.Then i went. Almost instinctively, he runs over to comfort her, but as he reaches her, he realizes that he does not know how. He tentatively picked her up, and gathers her in his arms. She responds by enveloping him in hers, tears streaming down his shirt. Yet he finds himself so torn by sympathy, and so warmed by this position that he does not notice. After a couple of minutes, she draws back a little, and looks into his eyes, chuckling a little between the tears. Something about that laugh is infectious,.