I can give you a great deal of pleasure if you'll let me. Let mommy be your lover. She knows what little girls need." Ohhhhhh mommy, mommy, mommy. I'm...cumming. Don't stop! Hold me, mommy. Fuck your little girl. Arggggggggggghhhhhh!"Kimmy body stiffened and her eyes popped open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was totally consumed by her orgasm, the most complete she had ever experienced. Slowly, very slowly, the young girl returned to the land of the living... and the loving."Mommy, I was. I was his best friend, after all! With time, Anita and I got closer, mentally, and being a well-read woman, we could discuss anything under the hot Delhi sun. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, but my jaws would drop if ever her husband, daughter, or son would troop in and disturb our lively conversations.It was not long though that mobile numbers (of Anita and I) were exchanged. The intimacy had just become better. Text messages followed one after the other. The usual “his”, “hellos”,. She climbed in the back seat of the mini-van and gave me a kiss on the cheek."I'm glad you're coming home, Kyle. I missed you." Thanks, Liz."Liz gushed, "Mom says I don't have to go to the babysitter's anymore this week. I can come straight home from school." That's nice," I said."I'm too old to be going to a babysitter's," Liz said."And too young to stay home alone. After Kyle goes back to school you will go back the sitters until football season is over." Mom added."Andy didn't have to go to. At which point Dan texts me around the agreed time (yes, I just need to check in advance there will be a mobile phone signal!) to tell me when she is tied up, helpless and vulnerable. I carried on typing the email, detailing to Dan more about my thoughts of a plan for action. I was just coming to the end of the email to Dan and was about to hit “send” when my ears pricked up as to what was being said on the radio. “Fuck!” I growled, Newcastle were loosing again! This really pissed me off. I.