Yeh story mere mother k bare mein hai jinse mein bhut pyar karta hun or karta rahunga. Unka mere father k sath divorced ho gya tha jab mein about 10 s...al ka tha, pitaji ne or shadi kar lai thi or unke alag rehte the, par mere mom unke sath abhi bhi attached the vo unse bhut pyar karti thi or akele mein roti thi unhe yad karke. Par pitaji kabhi bhi ghar nahi aye, isiki vaja se mere mom dipression mein chale gye the or thoda tense rehne ki vaja se medicines lete the. Ab mein apne mom k bare mein. In the morning I was tired, sore, and terribly humiliated and scared. It was Saturday, and I didn’t know if anyone would find me before Monday! And what a sight I would be whenever they did find me. ?Help!? I cried out to the empty building. It was useless, and I languished in that locker until early in the afternoon when I heard people piling into the locker room.I began crying and banging on the door. It took a few minutes before someone finally opened it up. I looked out to see a current. We don’t have glasses on top.Vidhya: I may not be able to manage myself. I\’ve drunk only once before.I didn\’t know what to say.Vidhya: can we drink after dinner? I mean when mom is asleep.Me: okay.I put the bottle cap back and pressed it. And left it on the wall. I was looking at her all the time.She caught me staring at her.Vidhya: what is it?Me: huh!Vidhya: you are staring. Since I came in, you’ve been staring.Me: you look nice. Can’t help.Vidhya: I’m liking the attention I’m getting but,. Beth’s cries into the hot, jungle night reached a crescendo as the whip flashed on her buttocks and cunt mound, and the wooden horse crushed her intimate lips. “Aaaaarrrghhh … uuuhhhhh …. oh oh … owwwwww aaaaaa huh huh … aaaahhhhh.” The crowd was delighted.Then I raised Beth slightly so the wooden horse could be removed, now soaked in one spot by Beth’s cunt juices, the vain attempt by her vagina to lubricate the rough wooden rubbed her labia sore.As Beth’s feet touched the ground, she.