" A child psychologist won't do any good," I sniffled. "We couldn't tellhim what he'd need to know to be able to help, that I'm not the littlegirl I a...pear to be. Tomorrow may be my fourth birthday, but I'm thirtyyears old." I hoped that after the funeral, things might improve for you."They hadn't. The funeral was four months ago. Carol and I been there,dressed all in black, as the body of Officer Ray Peralta was lowered intothe ground. His fellow cops all offered their condolences, several. We were staying in our hotel also. Third floor is faced to road middle floor we used for stay and ground floor was the kitchen, store & work area. In the kitchen I got so many opportunities to touch both my mother’s & grandma’s boobs & butts. My grandma will not mind it but my mom looked me seriously at the beginning of my behavior and she tolerated later because I was the only guy and the caretaker of the hotel and two of our labors. My grandma is partially handicapped by one leg and the same. This story dates back to 2014. We met at an interview in Mumbai. She is from Nagpur. We had a nice conversation and post our interview we exchanged numbers. Initially, we used to talk mostly on a formal level. I joined My MBA College. Being a part of placement committee I got too busy and we lost our touch. After my first mod when I got settled a bit we again resumed our conversations. Meanwhile, she was posted in Mumbai but again went to Nagpur. I was sad that I couldn’t meet her.We started. Pink long nipples, much like my own. They were perfect, I knew my boyfriend would love them. Mom pressed her boobs on my boyfriend’s face, and squeezed them with her own hands. She moved back a bit, but my boyfriend grabbed her boobs. He plunged his mouth onto one nipple and started sucking on it, while caressing her other boob, gently kneading it.I sat in a chair next to them, getting turned on watching my boyfriend have his way with my mom. I started to caress my own boobs over my top, and.