”“The boys don’t know that.” I telled him, as I slipped the knots, “And I had enough fucking for a month so you make love to me, you hear!�...And he laid me down so soft and gentle and he just rocked and plowed me for three solid hours, three hours!It was soft and warm and I reckon I slept through most of it.Morning came all soft and warm, I crawled out from under Elmer, and went down, the boys were there and I went around them, “Ten dollars a time my Ma charged,” I telled “them so that’s four. I was much younger than them.He gives each cheek several more smacks. I yelp out and try to get up, but he just pushes me down harder. His hand rubs my hot behind. I feels soothing, until he slips between crease, down between my legs.“OOooohhh….”I shudder as his fingers rub between my slick folds. His fingers pass over my erect clit. I find myself pushing back against his hand, trying to gets some relief. When he presses his fingers at the opening of my slit, I try to squeeze my thighs together. Opening his bedroom door he immediately noticed that his desk chair was not where he'd left it.Thinking nothing of it he proceeded to sit at his desk and opened his laptop deciding what he was to watch tonight: he had a wide library to choose from. It was the colour of the note which first stood out. A pale yellow post it note stands out well against the slate grey of a lap top as it poked out from under the lid. This pale yellow immediately upped his heart rate.It was his mother's handwriting:. I am going to narrate the story which happened in my life a wonderfull incident with my mother malani such a homely and sexy lady of 45i lost my father when i was studying 8th std i am the only son i got a elder sister she is not yet married that time she was 25 and me 22 and mother 45 she got marriage in her teenager. We had our provision shop in the same village and we have our lands which we cultivate. usually i go to shop at 6 and return at 8 for breakfast we had labours in shop so they.