"Mistress will know all your secrets, Richie," Sandra said in a husky voice. "It's only a matter of time."Richie forced down his fear and ignored the ...ingering compulsion to feel any sort of compassion towards his mother. The familiar and welcome anger which he found to be a convenient anchor grew more elusive each time he sought it.He slammed his fist on the table, splashing soda from his glass beside his plate. "I'm taking my secrets to the fucking grave. You want 'em? You follow me there.". Opening herself up for me, she guided my way. I pressed the tip against her hot hole. She gasped as I rubbed the tip up and down, I could see her had moving and knew she was wanking her swollen clit. “Fuck me,” she moaned “I want that big hard cock inside me.” I pushed to tip in and moved it gently back and forth, felt so good to tease her and me. Her hips bucked at little and then I plunged it all the way in deep and hard. She let out a cry, “Fffuck yes!” I pushed against her as she pushed. Friday turned out to even be better. Mom bitterly announced that night, when she was supposed to be dealing with me later. That she had to get up really early on Friday to set up a display in Chicago so that she had to be on the road by 4:30 am. All she said to me with a rather vicious looking glare, was that I had better not do anything else or my Uncle Mark would tell her. The look that Uncle Mark shot me later told me all I needed to know, she had no deal with him. Friday morning came wayyy. Jehetu ebe bahut time power cut hauchi tenu sei samayare power cut 1 hr. pai heigala.Aau pakare basithiba samaste ghara bhitaraku paleile. Khali mu aau Barsa aau barsa ra gote chota bhai basithau. 5 minute pare Barsa ta bhai ku padhiba pai ghara bhitaraku pathei dela. Mote bhari uncomfortable lagila jehetu aame gaon (villege) re rahuthilu kahiki na kie jadi dekhiba ta kharap bhabibe. Kintu mana bhitare bahut kichi hauthae. Ebe barsa aau mu duijana basithau.Barsa mate pacharila je ki song.