Aur mom ki bra hath mein lekar.Tabhi mom aayi. Maine door open rakha tha. Mom jab andar aayi to mom shock thi. Maine shock hone ka natak kiya. Mera di...k pura erect tha. Aur mere hath mein mom ki bra.Main wese hi khada raha. Mom pas aayi. Bahot data ye kya kar raha hai. Main kuch nahi bola. Mere hath se woh bra leli. Boli, “Mere bra kyo liya? sharm aani chahiye. Aur yeh pillow kharab mat kar. Aur bathroom mein ja.”Main chup chap khada tha. Mera dick bhi pura erect tha. Aur mom bich bich mein use. First there is the trashy snow boots which I’ll wear while you and I hang out naked and drink wine and kiss each other laughing casual and pretty but KNOWING you are pretty and liking to show it off. We’d be very pretty together like that.Then there are the yellow whorey Italian shoes. These I wear for serious whore jobs in hotels. God you and I would make a real whore team. We’d get paid loads to put on a show for a small group of rich men gathering in a hotel penthouse for a poker game. They. Its just one of those things you learn to accept, or at least deal with as you progress. Of course, there was always denial, truth’s prettier, twisted sister. The silence grew until it weighed as heavy on my shoulders as the leather jacket I wore. Despite years of wear, it squeaked as I tucked both arms around her. My hands found her hair, resting there in the deep amber. Winding my fingers into the lengths of hair closest to the nape of her neck, I drew her gaze up to mine slowly. “No one’s. She waited in the kitchen till she heard the shower turn on and slowly walked down the hall and into their bedroom. If she timed this right then she’d get into the shower right before he turned it off which meant she had two minutes left. She quickly stripped her clothes off and threw them by the bathroom door. It was cracked open, only three inches from closing and she saw the steam already coating the large mirror in there. Jake already knew Riley was outside the bathroom door; he felt her.