From this two book out. I am excited for thinking that my mom reading those books. I dam sure I will my fuck my mom. That was Friday mom asked when yo... return I said as before. Mom said ok. I return from my job at 10.30 pm. After my fresh mom give me dinner. After finishing I go to my bed. Mom finish her household work and said Milan do go sleep some speak with you. Io said ok mom. Mom came to my room it was 11.30 pm. All the neighbors goes to sleep. I asked what happen tomorrow my office I. The smells of my mother baking bread for the family. See the pristine blue skies above vast fields of golden ripe wheat, dotted here and there with white clouds.As I recall it turned out to be a day shortly before my sixteenth birthday and only days before my parent's eighteenth wedding anniversary.That period in a young woman's life is so fragile and so fleeting. A time when she is no longer a child, but not completely a woman. She develops physically, and is beginning to feel the needs of. Plus,the two dozen bacon triple cheeseburgers tasted really good. The onlyproblem was that cheese affects me the way beans affect some otherpeople, and within an hour or so I was farting like mad. It got to smellso bad in the family room that we had to open the windows and both Dadand I were laughing our heads off at each massive wet fart that I rippedoff. Finally, after about an hour of farting I felt the pressurebeginning to build up and I went into the bathroom and had a huge bowelmovement.. Could I rub myself to orgasm with my clitty againstthe sheets. I would have to make the most minute of movements to notdisturb him but it was instinctual. In that moment I rubbed my clittygetting more and more aroused closer to my dream of an orgasm the oldway. Slowly and with my heart in my throat I gently rocked my hipscausing my clitty to rub against Masters silk sheets. Only the tiniestextra bit of stimulation was needed, almost there, with my heart poundingand I stopped. I couldn't do.