Appozhuthu thaan upu karikaathu endru, aunty veetirku sendren aunty sexiyaaga pudavai aninthu irunthaal. Avalai paarkum pozhuthu jamunu irunthathu, ul...e varum pozhuthe aval mulaiyaal ennai urasinaal. Naan ulle vanthathum kathavai thapal potal, naan etharku thapal podugureergal endru elam ketka villai.Naan amaithiyaaga vanthu sofavil amarnthen, aunty vanthu en arugil amarnthaargal. Aunty ena velai irukirathu andru endru keten? Nee en mulaiyai sappa vendum endru solinal. Naan udane aunty mulaiyil. Greg gave me one of those classic sidelong looks of his, the look that said he didn't believe a word I spoke. But, thankfully, he let it go. I spent most of the bus ride home in silence, half-listening to Greg rant about an upcoming test. I thought of mom. My mind flashed vivid images of our past affairs, and I found myself getting turned on. Luckily, Greg was too absorbed in his rant to notice the bulge in my jeans. Everything that I'd done with my mom so far had been great.. Claire’s approval did give me an idea about something she could be helpful with, as far as Karen’s future training went, though. Really, none of the children had acted like I’d expected. Claire had gone jogging with her mom. I’d expected that. What I HADN’T really expected was for Claire to accept her mom would go dressed as she had been then actually accompany her for that particular jog, too. The conversation I’d just had with her never shone any sort of light on what Claire was thinking in. It didn't take him long to cum 'cause he'd been watching the first guy and was all excited. They laughed that I was better at sucking cock the second time. I spit him out too and they beat me some more. They kept changing the recorder between them so they could record everything they did. They kept doing things to me and laughing. Kevin, they cut my tit because I didn't fuck them hard enough. They kept poking me with knives because I didn't wiggle my ass enough to please them."Kevin was crying.