She / He tried to fight it, tried to save Her / His past from being erased, to hold onto who She / He was, to hold onto....The music stopped.... Bobb... opened her eyes and looked around the room. She always seemed to get lost in the music. She walked over to the record player and flipped the ancient record over. She looked into the mirror, pulled her long auburn hair back over her shoulder and readjusted the unitard she was wearing. She walked over to the lacey four poster bed that she had. By that time, your account should be worth about five million dollars. You and Mom can start traveling, see the world, go on vacations; you won't have to worry about money ever again."I looked at my father, he was staring at me as if I had six heads; he just could not comprehend what I was saying."Dad, please don't worry about it, Jack and I will take good care of you both; as long as you and Mom remain healthy, you will be able to do all the things you ever dreamed of doing."I can't just stop. And the only woman at home was my mom. I held her sarees, petticoats, bras and all close to my body to get the arousal. They were like the bodies of the women for me, I always felt I had been hugging a woman whenever I held mom’s saree or a bra. Those days I was growing to become an adult from the boy I was.But soon I started getting the images of my own mom whenever I held her cloth. However much I tried to brush aside the thoughts of her ample breasts dangling between her saree pallu, just as. In our embrace, I'm pressed against her full breasts, and I can feel her nipples poking through the fabric of her thin bra and blouse. On the other hand, I'm amazed at her composure, despite her obvious physical arousal. The change in her breathing is barely noticeable, and the only sign of response to my manipulations is an occasional flex of her thighs around my hand. Still, her kissing is clearly inspired, and for my part, I am quickly spinning out of control. At last she breaks our kiss and.