“Thanks, Mom.” Sam helped her up. His dick bounced and throbbed in the space between them. It didn’t seem like it was done. “Just a little mor..., okay?”“No, Sammy.” Joyce shook her head, but didn’t stop Sam when he guided her to the sink and placed her hands on the edge, facing all that sperm. She looked up to the mirror and saw a woman with wild eyes, flaring nostrils, and parted lips. It was a completely unfamiliar view of herself. “Not like this, sweetie.”Sam ignored her. With his feet, he. They’ve been serving as backup vocals to the smoky voice in the chair next to mine. Speaking of. You. You. You. You. Giggles pour from your shiny pink mouth faster than the bottle of grey goose we downed together until your cheeks are Rudolph-red, tears spring from your too green eyes, and cute little snorts sound from your delicate nose. You’ve been singing your slurred take on the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas,’ since our arrival. “Fiiiiive-fiiiinger-priiiints!” you crow as Detective Vo taps. Aur aunty afsana ka favorite position khada hone ka unki balcony mein thaa woh tha halka bend ho ke jisse ek admi aaram se gand chat sake. Mujhe dekh ke woh hamesha waise hi khadi hoti. Mein samakh gaya woh chahti hai ki mein unki gand chatun aur unko khush kar dun.Mein unke balcony mein ek letter pheka jisme likha tha agar maza karna hai toh kal aa jana mom dad nhi rahenge ghar par.Agle din woh naha ke 11baje mere ghar aa gayi. Unhone mera door bell bajaya aur mein uss samay naha raha tha aur. Monday was feet day. George had a fetish for stockings and feet. My day started out with getting a pedicure. George likes French manicured toes. After the pedicure, I changed into my body stocking that totally excites him. I put on my black stiletto shoes and waited for him on the couch. George would promptly be home at seven o’clock.I looked at the clock and saw the door knob moving. George opened the door slowly. When he walked through the door, he saw me sitting there with my legs opened.