Tommy stood helpless in his fear and bewilderment. Who was this woman? Why was she in his house. What had happened to Mum? He sat down on the doorstep...and began to cry himself. Her grief did not mingle with his fearful self-pity, they remained separate, dissociated. Two people weeping out their misery in solitude, side by side. She slowly regained some composure, and brought him into the kitchen. She poured him a cup of milk, and put butter and marmite on two slices of bread. He ate and drank. ...untouched mommies yelling at their lil boy to never get late its too dangerousbut the little white boys didnt take this seriously , 3days later again at the river all day and late to get homeon the river side packing their stuff the sun down in less than 20Sam saw the tall dark figure get down the trail to the river in rope in his hand it took the tall black knight under a minute to throw the lasso on each if the little boy Sam was last closer to the river he ran but the rope got him and he. “Get a loin mower to do some loin maintenance,” I said, playing along.“That’s so bad!” she said. “Now concentrate on the game, and the hole!”She rode me faster, leaning over and holding me down with her hands on my shoulders. I could hear the sexy sounds of her wet cunt sliding up and down on my prick, pumping me. Her tight muscles were squeezing my shaft, trying to milk my come out of my balls and into her. She grunted softly each time she pushed down onto me, getting faster and harder each. I told my friends that I will come to the hostel after some time and I rushed to the staffroom.My teacher was standing near the window and looking outside. It was drizzling that day and she had a semi-wet hair. Her saree was also wet here and there.She wore a semi-transparent blue saree with a black blouse. The wind from the window was making her saree wave on her body. Her navel was being shown due to that wind.She looked like a hot milf with that wet hair, dress, and those juicy assets. Her.