She sure as hell didn’t look that ripe when she was flitting around the house in clothes. I didn’t know what to do with my discovery and the long...r I thought, the more questions arose in my mind. Should I ignore it? Investigate further? Tell her mother? What was she doing with that dildo, had she gone all the way, use it to pop her cherry, or was she still modest enough to be experimenting? Was she messing around with the skinny, knuckle-dragging, vacant-eyed, teen boys she was hanging. I am guessing they’ll be home tonight, as planned.”“Who’s coming home?” he asked.Lauren said, “Heather. She went on a church trip to Chicago.” Peter looked mystified, so she continued. “The parish ladies’ group had a weekend bus trip to Chicago. They left around lunchtime Friday and were to arrive Friday night. They were going to go shopping and see a play, then come back today. Heather went with Susie Whitworth and her mother.”Peter nodded in understanding. “So, any time now.”Shirley shrugged.. . Vo mra sir baalon se pakad k zor se apne mammo pe daba rhi thi k mai khaa jaun inhe..Mai b ek ko muh me to dusre ko hath se daba rha tha.. Bich bich me smooch b uske lips pe cut lgta to kbhi mre.. Pr koi parwaah nhi!Fir mai uski zip kholi and uski panty k upar se phle uski chut touch kiya.. Vo uchhal si gyi..Chut ekdum geeli thi..Vo full mood me thi! Uski aankhein jhoolne lgi jse.. Itna madhosh hojati ldkiyaan.. Mai usko lick suck fuck ka feel ikatthhe de rha tha..Vo pagal si hoti ja rhi. "No, Mom. Please don't. I'M sorry. It's my fault." I felt my eyes begin to sting as tears threatened. I hated crying. Always left my eyes red and burning and my nose a stuffy, snotty mess.Finally, she pushed me to arms length. "Let me look at you. Are you OK?" She began a very motherly inspection of my physique, starting with a detailed assessment of my swollen eye and face, then running her eyes and hands over my face, chest and arms. Her eyes inspected the rest of me."I'm fine, Mom." She.