He pulled me in his lap. I fly like a pigeon in my son’s lap.I gave him a hard SLAP. Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I...was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. But mother inside me cried thinking such a hard slap on my cheek indeed induced pain in my baby boy’s palm. Ignoring my own pain and shame I took my son’s hand in my hand, kissed it asked-“‘Beta’ Lagi to Nahi”? (Son you get hurt?). Diary, hearing this from his. You getting the picture?’ ‘Tell me more. What about her body? Buxom? Flat chested? What?’ ‘Oh, medium sized boobs. B or C cup. They wouldn’t have to be real perky like silicone specials, but not real droopy either. Say if she’s lying on her back they’d flatten out a bit but they shouldn’t wind up in her armpits.’ ‘Her stomach: what would that look like?’ ‘Well, not all blubbery and floppy, but it wouldn’t have to be flat as a board, either. A little curve to it would be okay. If she looks. You damn well do know why you did it and you'd better be able to tell him why and why it will never happen again!"Her mother's face became implacable, "You need to look Steve in the eye and say you didn't enjoy it. That Gil wasn't a better lover too! But most important you have to make him believe he can trust you again!"Donna was shocked, her mother had never spoken like this. They'd talked about sex of course, but it had always been a subtle thing. Her mother's bluntness forced her respond in. "How's this for being fucking handsy?" His fingers push deeper just for emphasis. I'm rendered speechless as they continue to pump into me with just the right roughness. We watch each other for awhile as he licks his lips in satisfaction. "Are you always this wet whenever we fight?" His question catches me off guard for a second and I'm stumbling over my own. "I-I thought you didn't want to cross the line to mess up our friendship?" "You answer my question first," he counters as I moan softly.