Beforelong he was stroking her breasts, and more. Her perfect body was justwhat he craved. Before she could stop him, he was on top of her, pumpingand...then, just as quickly, exploding. She looked surprised - anddisappointed - but he was satisfied. She wasn't, but that didn't reallymatter. He quickly mumbled a goodbye, and went back to his ownapartment. Sunday Jim woke up late, with a raging hard on. It was pretty normal for him,regardless of what had happened the night before. In a way, it. I could hear slow moans and giggling sound. I could hear the man say, “Bhabhi ji slowly, your son is just sitting outside.”To which my mom said, “I couldn’t take this huge cock in me.” But then again, I heard a loud moan. It seemed he put his full dick inside her.Man: Bhabhi ji sorry, sorry, I hope it does not pain much.Mom: Do it fast. It’s not painful, I am enjoying it.Then I heard a loud clap sound. It seemed he gave mom a second stroke, and I heard a loud moan. I head mom moaning, “Aaaah,. If I have to dig this out myself, then it will be cop to perp," I said."Okay then ask," he demanded."What was in the bags?" I asked."Let me ask you something first, what is the Sheriff's position on white liquor?" Simon asked."You know officially there is a zero tolerance on all criminal activities. The truth is we only investigate complaints. Those usually are from someone who walks up on a still and cares enough to report it, or a pissed off partner. So you are making white liquor?" I. But it would be this summer that it would change. This summer would bring to me events that would forever alter the way that I perceived life, or perhaps how it perceived me.It was Sunday afternoon, home after having attended the morning Mass as we did every Sunday, and I had been sent straight to my room to remove my Church clothes as not to dirty them. I fiddled around a bit in my room, thinking of what I might do that day, and after returning down stairs I walked into the kitchen. Mom was.