"All right?" asked Louise with a smile."Mmm, he's nice. He's doing Advanced Mathematics and Electronics for A Level and hopes to get a scholarship to ...ni." Wow! An egghead!"Annette giggled. "You could say that, I suppose, but he's also into nature and, like me, loves birds." Yeah!" laughed Louise. "Specially little blonde ones!" Oh, you! Real ones with wings." OK. So next you're going to tell me he's into hockey." Yup! He's in his school's First Eleven." Oh yeah! And I'll bet it's the best. I could see Jiju’s tent and he went to the bathroom and he also retired for an afternoon seista. He did not close the bedroom door (only the curtains were pulled across) since probably nothing was planned.I was so aroused by all that happened that I did not know what to do and I kept sitting in the drawing room. I again and again saw the photos and I was wet to the core. I was simply not able to control myself and tiptoed to Didi’s and Jiju’s bedroom and peeped in. Both were sleeping non. Roby’s cock slid effortlessly into his mother’s warmth. His origin. His source. The fiery oven of his birthplace. It felt like heaven. Even though, he was reveling in the wicked delight of making love to his mother, he was slightly surprised. It should have felt a little dirty and perverted. He should have had some guilt, but he couldn’t believe how natural and wonderful it felt. Making love to the beautiful woman was incomparable to anything, he would never be able to make love to another. It meant that technically, they could open fire from where we were standing and down four, if not more, kills. The draw back to that reality was the fact that the rest of us wouldn’t get a chance to prove our prowess as hunters; something no one wanted.After talking a bit, and watching the herd as it grazed, we worked out a plan. I left Dunbar and Ruba with our mounts and the pack horses. I sent Geeta and Ohba off into the woods alone as I wanted them to find a track around the herd and towards.