Mami ki ankhe khuli ki khuli reh gai lekin mere man m hasi aai ab jismi maa itni khubsurat ho uska lund to khada hoga hi. Mami boli “Tu mera beta ha... yeh nai kar skti “ to wo bola “apne bhanjhe se chudwa skti hai apne bete se nai lund chus warna papa ko bta dunga sab ”. Yeh bolke usne mami ka muh dabocha ar jabardasti apna lund uske muh m daal diya. Ar apne lund ko uske muh m hilane laga. Mami k paas koi chara nai tha usse wo karna para.Main bhi phir vpas dhaaka dena shuru kar diya mami ki. What I wanted to do was kiss her, and I did. Tenderly. Lovingly. We kissed like lovers, not animals – not that animals other than humans kiss, but I mean this wasn’t directly related to sex. We gave each other a piece of ourselves through our mouths and tongues.Marianne understood this.“God, you’re a nice guy,” she said. “Too nice for your own good, you ever thought about that?”I moved so that I was slightly up on my knees and better able to direct operations.“Marianne,” I said quietly. “I. I wasn't sure how that would look and feel but I told themto go ahead and try so they did, and I did, and it actually didn't worktoo bad except that even lying across the two lounges my belly did reston the ground but at least most of the pressure was off of it.So we were talking a little and I was telling them about how I wanted toget a really even tan and one of them mentioned that I had a little tanline where the strap of my bikini top crossed me back. I hadn't thoughtabout that before. "Ah, Julia, what have you done? You have ruined our lives", said bitterly my husband."А ты что хочешь без куска хлеба остаться? А что мы жрать будем если нас уволят? Как же твои мечты о покупке новой квартиры?" I uttered angrily. "But what do you want? To stay penniless? And what we'll fress if we get fired? What about your dream of buying this our new apartment?"My husband Vladimir dejectedly fell silent, omited his face and bent over his desk again...Now I often visit my boy Misha at his.