I can tell she was in one of those moods today, by the time I came out of the shower. She usually joins me in the bedroom to chat as I dress. Today sh... hasn’t come up. As I walk into the living room I see the two of them chatting animatedly. “Good morning, honey” I say pleasantly.Sumitra’s eyes are downcast. Hansa looks me right in the eyes. Fire. She is flushed and angry.Seeing the two of them together on the sofa, they could be sisters instead of mother and daughter. Both wearing their. If I could have gotten away with it I would have skipped holidays at home too, but my mother would have none of that. So that December I got into my car with a couple of suitcases and started the five hour drive home. I really wanted to drive straight through but around 3:30 I just couldn’t drive anymore. I was starving and there was no way I could wait the two more hours I had until I got home. The highway to Natesville wasn’t a bustling stretch – it was the reason I chose it – but I found a. Within seconds, my skirt was in a heap on the floor, my blouse was next to it and I had kicked off my shoes and my panty hose. I paused in only my bra and panties, knowing that if I took them off that it would be the point of no return. I looked at my loving son, avidly drinking in my firm, mature body. His eyes lifted to meet mine in a loving, imploring look. "What the hell," I thought, and undid the clasp to my bra. The change in his face was electrifying. His eyes lit up and a hungry smile. I’ve seen guys banging three and four babes all at the same time. Few if anyone ever takes anyone back to your private room. This is all about showing off and strutting your stuff. The girls are most eager to please. They almost seem to fight for the attention of the men. I have never done it myself yet, but I have seen some of the women accompany the men when they leave the ranch. I tend to think most are illegals looking for movement from here to other cities across the.