‘What’s your 1020?’ (Location) ‘I’m at the Biltmore.’ I replied. ‘Stay there 1706, we are sending a roadman to you. Do you copy?’ �...�I copy!’ I replied in a rather shaky voice. How did the dispatcher know I was going crazy? Maybe one of the drivers on the Biltmore called him. I just sat there for about twenty minutes, trying to adjust to a whole new reality of sights, sounds, smells and feelings. I was really starting to lose my cool. ‘Nothing will ever be the same!’ I thought. ‘What about. ‘I always do nutritional counseling with my clients as well as work-outs plans. I’ll let you try one of my delicious smoothies when we get back.’ It was a very relaxing six-mile run and the conversation seemed to match. ‘Have you ever used any mental meditation and visualization exercises to prepare for a race?’ I had heard of elite athlete’s using them but had never tried them myself. ‘It’s sort of like self-hypnosis. You clear your mind and visualize yourself accomplishing your goal.’ ‘It. Aur main swimming karne laga.Thodi der ke baad mom swimming pool mein aa gayi. Maa jaise jaise karke pool mein utarta gayi unki kapda transparent hote cheli gayi. Aur pura body ekdam saf nazar aana laga.Maa ke chudai hue chut gand boobs sab dekhne lage.Waha jo ladies the woh sab uth kar chal gayi. Maa ke ubhari hue body dekh kar jalan se shayad. Fir maa bahar nekli.Tabhi ek Indian ladka maa ko towel deya aur bola, “Hey are you Indian?” To maa boli yap. To woh bola nice to meet you to maa boli. We tried an awkward kiss during which I was nervously aware of my mother’s naked nipples touching me and the twitching and hardening which was happening in my groin area. Mom was holding my hand and looking me in the eyes as she lay her head down on the pillow. I couldn’t help my gaze being locked on the dark thicket between her thighs.My eyes widened when my mother opened her legs wide. The vagina was a loose wide opening between her cellulite-marked thighs and surrounded by bristly dark.