She attended church every Sunday to be an example to her subjects. She enjoyed the hymns and the lecture from Father Jude. She was always escorted by ...ne of her generals or by Thomas. A place was given to her so she could see both the minister and the congregation. She had gowns that showed her royalty but no expensive jewelry. She had a smaller crown made that was on her head, gold but not jeweled. Being a widow, she always wore darker colors to show others that she too had suffered loss as. “Maybe I am!” he said. I laughed as the car came around slowly. We sat down, then we were off. “Isn’t this cool?” he said. “Yeah sure, but promise we can go after this? I'm so tired,” I said. “Promise. And if you’re so sleepy, then fall asleep! Who cares?” he stretched his arms out beckoning me to lay in them. I sighed and lay back. I heard him let out a sigh. Alex never sighed. “Something wrong?” I asked. “No, why would you think that?” “You never sigh and you just sighed.” “Can’t a guy. When I entered her small brother was sitting in the outside room and I was sitting in the next room on the bed with her for around 30 mins we were just talking I thought nothing will happen and thought of taking my chances . I started cuddling her and usse gudgudi hone lagi and woh uchalne lagi and I wasn’t stopping and then I was lying on my side and she was taking rest on me after a while her brother came in and usse khinchne laga and mai uske boobs pakad ke usse kich raha tha and friends. Her brow furled as she asked shyly, "Was I that terrible?"A flood of memories hit me, my father telling mother through the thin walls of our home how ugly and how useless a fuck she was. I felt like crying - what had I done?Mother again took the initiative and slide off the chest using her quivering and tired limbs. She knelt before me, staring up past my cock to my eyes. I nodded for her to stop that she did not need to do this - yet a selfish teenage part of me wanted this more than any other.