There was a small depot in the center of town, a simple one-story building, wood frame construction painted pale yellow, gray trim around the windows ...nd along the soffit, all wrapped up under a tin roof painted a hopeful shade of red. When I was a kid, passenger trains stopped there several times a day, by the time I left the passenger trains were a fading memory, and even then it felt like the good ole days were destined to never return. By the early 70s, hopeful was a word that had slipped. Subah jab mai utha to mera lund khada tha .Mera man mom ko chodne ka kar raha tha.Maine bhi thaan liya is sali randi ko chod ke rahunga.Ghar le sali poore kapde pehanti hai aur bahar jake nangi ghoomti hai.Subah uthkar mai fresh hua mom ne mujhe nashta diya aur mai clg chala gya.Clg me mera man man laga mere dimaag me mom ki nangi tasveer hi ghoom rahi thi to mai ghar wapas aa gya .Wapas aake main mom se baate karne laga ki aap kaha kaha ghoomne gye the mom ne kaha bangalore ghoome aur wapas. On second appraisal, it was perfect.When I opened the door and saw Maggie, I instantly said, " Hello Mag, you look so lovely!"To which was granted the usual, "Oh stop, you look so fabulous!" and of course the glare of hate. Maggie was dressed sort of like I was at the first party, though she was allowing enough cleavage to show to make a man's greeting worth his while.We quickly parted company. We were both livid. She was livid at my appearance and I was livid at her lividity. I strolled into. She pulled me against her and I rested my face on her massive boobs. I felt my own semen on her tits against my cheek, but that didn’t bother me. I actually found the feeling arousing.“Tired?” she asked. I nodded. “Don’t worry,” she smiled, “a young boy like you will be ready to go again in no time.”Since Debby mentioned time, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was past eleven by now. Mrs. Newton always made sure I was in bed by ten. “Shouldn’t I be going to bed?” I asked. “What if my.