Mother moaned as I touched her. I ran my hands up her belly, gently squeezing the sides of her waist and caressing the slight pooch of her belly. I re...ched up and tweaked and pulled at her big rubbery nipples causing her to groan even more.I leaned my head forward and stopped when my nose was just an inch or two above my mother's hairy sex. I slowly breathed in the rich, fragrant, and incredibly heady scent of a woman's cunt—but not just that of any woman. This woman was my mother. This was my. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Now, run along and get the car keys." He said turning me in the direction of the entry hall, "You will be picking Elizabeth up in half an hour..." I moved toward the entry way, the sound of His voice fading behind me. "And remember...." He continued, from the kitchen, "you will treat her with the same courtesy that you would extend to any other visitor in My home." He would be making me pick her up. And treat her kindly. And bring her back to His house. Given how visibly senile he was, there’s a decent chance that someone just euthanized him. It would be the merciful end for him. A quick rock or pistol shot to the back of the head and his troubles and stress are over for good. Or a snap of the neck for the same effect. What are your orders to me, now, as the temporary executive for the District of Columbia, and what is my title, exactly?” Randall dared to inquire of me now that he’d been named to command of the nation’s capital and its. Yahi bahar batau kya.Didi ke tote udgaye —- tum pehle andar ao. [darwaza band karke]… Dekho tum kya keh rahe ho mai nahi samajh rahi, koi bat nahi mai khud dho lungi, ye lo apne paise aur jao.Dhobi ki himmat badh gayi—–nahi pehle ap batao, ye apke waha se aya hai na…Ungli ko didi ke jangho ke bich dikhake kehke ek gandi si hasi di.Didi —– kya matlab hai tumhara?Dhobi —– chut se. Aur kya ….Didi ghabrai, wo sochi,aise to chut ras gire huye kapde wo khud dhoti hai, par sayad ye wali galti se.