. well, I don't want to believe it ... but I think maybe you're the one person who could actually understand. Um, just so I'm totally crystal clear. A...e you telling me that..."She choked up and couldn't form the words."I had an intimate relationship with my mother for years, Simone. We were unbelievably close, in EVERY way."Simone sat and stared at Josh in disbelief."I ... I just can't believe this. I mean, I've heard about this kind of thing. But I never actually thought they happened. Well,. . gand me ungli,,, chut me jibh.. aur muh me lund esse jayda koi ladki maze me ho hi nahi sakti hai….thodi der bad rahul alok se bolta hai yaar abb thodi der mujhe chatne de na eski chut to alok to ha kar di aur khud aakar rahul ki jagah apna lund mere muh me daal diya… lagata hai ki rahul koJayda hi shok hai chut chatne ka usnne to aate hi akk dul must chusai shuru kar di thi aur uske chusai se meri chut jhadane lagi…. mene apni gand ko uchka uchaka apne chut ko jhaad liya wo rahul mera pura. Her high heels sinking into the plush carpet.“Can I help you madam?” “Yes, I’ve meeting Thomas Mitchell, but I can’t see him,” she nervously explained. “Ah yes Madam, Mr Mitchell telephoned, he apologises, but is delayed. He will be here directly. Can I get Madam a drink while she waits?”“Thank you, whiskey on the rocks,” Amanda ordered.She found a seat on the covered terrace. The waiter found her, “Scotch Madam, I took the liberty, as you didn’t specify of Glenmorangie.” Amanda nodded her. ..***Foreword:Down a sun-kissed valley and up over a green hill did one come upon the splendid sight of Old London Town. A landscape of steeples, spires, and belching chimney pots stretching to the far horizon as the populace go about their daily business.Each living their own stories that would be told over and over as the years and generations pass. But some of those tales can only be spoken about in dark shadows with a nudge and a wink. Bawdy stories. Ribald stories. Lusty stories that.