When Ellen reached the mausoleum she looked into the barred door at the placard that read, "John Morton 1961 – 1991." Honey," She said. "I'm back."E...len continued, "The leaves have fallen from the trees. There is a thick fog, but it is not very chilly."The trees you planted around our house have grown taller than the roof. They shade our house in the summer, and help to keep it cool, as you planned. When our son Bill was a boy he liked to climb in those trees. I was afraid he would fall, but he. “ mausi rani, wo abhee soya huaa hai…5 baje ke pahle nahi uthega…raat mey baanki masti dena, abhi apni nangi jawani dikha do, sahlane do…”Maa ne jhuk-kar Usse chuma. Nepali Maa ke kaan / ears tak hee thaa. Maa se kareeb 3-4 inch chhota…“ tu bahut bada harami, maatherchod hai…Mai sochti thee kee tujhe Ragi pasand hai, tu ussey juldi chodega lekin mujhe kya maalum kee tu apni Maa ko hee chodna chahta hai….”“ mausi, abhi chodunga nahi…buss mujhe ek baar nanga karne do…uff kya Kadak body hai…”Itna. I stepped back out in a towel. She noticed me and said hello. I just smiled and lit a cigarette. She asked if I was there for the weekend. I said yes. I told her I was there to have fun with others. She looked at me sideways and asked what I meant. I just flat out said I was going to excercise my bi side the whole weekend. She just looked at me like a deer in headlights. I told her I was bi and wanted to live out my sexual bi side the whole weekend. She just ok good luck with that. I finished. She went from one to the other, sucking, licking, and lightly biting my nipples as I rolled from side to side to assist, giggling and squirming to heighten her enjoyment. After a few minutes of this warm-up, she sat back, smiling and flushed. Her eyes and one hand focused on my twat. She said, while slipping a finger up my hole, "So, how many men have you taken in your tiny little pussy hole, precious?" Lots. Mom says it's called fucking. She says I can't use that word except when she's with me.