That night we went to bed early as Arun’s papa has to get up early for work. So we had more time to play around. That night Arun opened every button...on my blouse and also released the saree and petticoat. He didn’t whisk the garment below my crotch but he didn’t have to. He got access to my already dripping pussy through the side of my petty coat. As I was in the anticipating mode he entering his fingers into my vagina. The first action of my son fucking me. Not with his manhood but with his. He knelt down in front of me and pulled down my underwear. I leaned back and put my hands on the bed and spread my legs wide inviting him to eat my pussy. He took all the revenge as he teased me by putting his tongue on my wet dripping clit. I tried to remain patient and not give up but within secs, I said ‘please do it. Pleaseeee’.He licked my pussy and played my clit and his tongue. I kept moaning ‘oh nayan.. Deeper.. Yeah.. Oh god..’. As I reached orgasm, I did not stop him instead I pushed. The doctors confirmed what most of us suspected on Saturday. Yasin Clark had blown out his ACL and MCL when he went down in the game. I spent some time after practice talking with him, letting him know my experiences from a few years ago. Yasin was a senior, so his football days were pretty much over. He would have been a stretch to make it in the NFL before his injury. He had no chance at all now. Yasin was philosophical about it – he'd take things as they came. I doubt I would have been quite. Mary had told me to take it with me, with a plastic wine glass, not to drown my sorrows but to round off the evening. I walked home slowly. I opened my front door and hung my coat up in the hall. As I went to shut the door I could see the outline of the fairy ring in the grass. I had already drunk five glasses of the wine. I decided to do something about the fairy ring. I didn’t know what. I poured the final glass of a very good Bordeaux into that plastic glass and walked out into my garden.