Despite a nose that looked like it may have been broken a long time in the past and fading bruises on her face, she had an inner beauty. Her eyes shon... in the reflected light, moist with perhaps unshed tears. Her form was strong and muscular, one used to working long hard days. Her legs especially, she looked like she could take on Athena in a foot race if she needed too. Her solid shoulders seemed rippled with muscles, as if she had spent a life carrying water up hills. Her breasts were. I suggested to massage with oil, she agreed, I rolled up her kameez and exposed black strap lace bra, I could only see back though as mami was lying down face to bed, I poured excessive oil onto her purposely. She gave no reaction because of pain I started to massage oil in to the back and shoulders of my milky white super sexy mami, she says ‘oooo aahhh,dard kam hota jara hai abh munna thanks I love you munna’ I kissed her neck and shoulders, continue to massage as I don’t want to force her or. He no longer cared if I gagged or chocked, or if his hands were hurting me. He just thrust over and over with abandon into my face until he achieved his desired result, orgasm. I remember the determination and maybe even anger in his voice telling me Id better swallow every drop. Im not saying it was always like that but the first time that happened I think I started to understand the primal sexual need people can have. I find it very difficult to express to you my discomfort with receiving. It was a very long time before she acknowledged his presence again and then it was only to call into question the fairness of his tactics. ‘I laere…ehm, learn, ja? I think learn. Father. He learn me. How you say… fighting,’ explained Kai. On hearing this, Sheila was not amused and she let him know in no uncertain terms. They hardly spoke again for the balance of the school year. Nothing lost, counseled Michael. Girls. Like, go figure! As their relationship matured Michael and Kai spent more.