I used to sleep with mom at night too and hug her tightly. She used to sleep facing the other side and I would hug her from the back. Also, I didn’t...mind putting my hard dick in mom’s ass crack. She didn’t mind that as she needed some sort of comfort.I used to take mom for dinners and used to talk freely to her. One day, mom said that she felt very sorry because I used to spend all the time with her instead of getting a girlfriend. I said that I was doing this because I loved her and also if. Her figure is 36-30-34 like ramya.I just closed my eyes and thinking of her my mind is full of her dreams i really want to fingure here by coming such thoughts my man hood is feeling hard inside my night trouser as it was night journey i weared a nignt pant and a tshirt as iam in my world of her she sudenly called me i opened my eyes she just asked me weather i have a cell she needs to just call to her husband as the bus may reach hyderabed by 1am in night. I am trying to take my cell from my. John consumes me completely, and his presence makes up for everything that I lack. We have an amazing life together. But sometimes, I get so tired of this posing business for him. He would paint beautiful artwork of me; usually in the nude. He would make me sit, lie down or stand on a small velvet platform with cushions to make me comfortable. Occasionally I would be required to wear a ‘prop’: a mask, little ballet shoes or sexy high-heeled stiletto shoes. Sometimes I would dangle a silk shawl. “Do we know you?” One of the girls said.“Don’t you recognise me?” I asked.“Bloody hell.” another boy said, “that dress is see-through, I can see your tits and your pussy.” “Fucking hell, so it is.” Another boy said.“So slutty.” One of the girls said, “Who are you anyway, you shouldn’t be here this is for year thirteen students only.”“And that’s what I am, or should I say was because after tonight I will never be coming back here.”“Okay, I give in, who are you?” Another girl said.“I’m the girl.