I wasshocked she came near to me and removed my short and hold my tool with her soft hand .she took me into my bed room. I was totally out of control ...nd I pushed her on to bed lifted her saree inserted my penis into her pussy and started fucking her liked mad bull.As I was fucking her she started shouting ahhhhh…..stop ahhh.. stop and she pushed me so hardly that I was hit to wall and she started crying, I was frightened unknowingly I was drowned in sweat and started trembling out of fear she. We then both got out of the shower and dried each other carefully. As my mother turned around to look into the mirror as she was fixing her hair, I took the opportunity to get down on my knees and further explore her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and started to tickle her asshole with my tongue. "Oh my god, that feels good hunny" she acknowledged and changed her standing position to better acomodate my mouth and let me have a clearer view. My mother was looking at herself in the mirror as she. I was doing my best to be polite to Penelope, she was still standoffish. We walked back to the old table and sat next to each other while eating. I finally asked her if I had said or done anything to offend her. I got quite a look, then Penelope said my Aunty told me to be careful around boys, I spoke up and said you mean us white cracker boys and smiled. Penelope burst out laughing spraying tea across the table, turned and for the first time she gave me a smile that melted my heart, said how. “I won’t be a minute. There’s a kitchen at the back here.”Jenny watches her go. She looks down at the coffee table. There’s a big book on the shelf beneath. Idly, she pulls it out and starts to thumb through it. It’s a hard-bound set of photographs showing the different stages of the Wild Wood project. There’s the earth moving, the installation of the drainage, the planting, the building. The photographs are dramatic, not really documentary. They’re artistically framed, often focusing on some.