Williamson’s specialty, I was pretty worried about what he was doing to my mother.My fears must have manifested on my face, because he looked at me,...a small smile on his face.“You’re worried,” he said, and I barely refrained from snapping “Fuck yeah” back at him.Instead, I just nodded.“I’ll tell you what,” he said, gesturing to his office. “Why don’t you come and watch one of your mother’s sessions - don’t worry Mathilda, we won’t go into anything you’re not comfortable with - and then you can. As much as I wanted to wrap her up in my arms, I was just enjoying her company too much to break the spell by any type of pass at all.Once we arrived at my place Nan had to explore my shop. She darted from place to place, now looking at my metal sculptures, now studying my offerings of Sapphic poetry. She looked at me and said "This is WONDERFUL." Her enthusiasm was infectious and without thinking I scooped her up in a tight hug and kissed her."Thank you."She kissed me back. "You're welcome.. I liked it.She added another finger and kept fucking me. With the fourth finger i was really being stretched. "Now hold your breath while I fist your sweet cunt." And then she began to push her fist inside my cunt hole. With her fist in me up past her wrist she then started to twist it back and forth. First the pain was bad then it got so good and made me cum all over her hand. She kept fisting me liking that i was cumming faster and faster. "I knew you was a fuck slut. And you are a lesbian. All in all, he enjoyed the experience. Garments tended to get soaked and stick to the skin of the women, often giving him a good look at the shape and size of the bosom or the ass. If a pallo fell forward then he could feast on the sight of jiggling breasts. Some blouses gave glimpses of cleavage. And when they squatted at times the ghagras revealed more leg than normal. All this happened at the wall in the backyard near the well and the taps where the Thakur would engage in this ritualistic.