She had loved him desperately,still did, but he would never be able to share this side of her. Jed unfastened her hood to drink the juice Mett gave he..., but left it overher head, shadowing her features. She turned to admire the room, or ratherthe people in it. There was a lot of exposed skin and that which was coveredwas done so by material so thin or so tight that it might as well have beenexposed. There were some who, like her, didn't want to recognised, shroudedin cloaks. Theirs tended to be. Mainne kaha khala bahot zoor ki bhook lagi hai , To unhonne mujhe khana parosa, unhonne siut ke upar se dupatta daal rakha tha , woh jaise hi mujhe khaana dene ke liya jhuki to unka dupatta unke sharir par se neeche gir gayaaur unka cleavage dikhne laga, main unhein dekhta hi reh gaya, unhonne use ignore kar diya aur woh khana parosne mein vyast thi, unhonne mujhe dekha aur muskura kar poochne lagin ki kya kahan nahin kahan hai, mainne ekdum se apni aankhen idhar udhar ki, phir woh mere saamne. Taking a calming breath and a sending off a hope no one was there, I walked past the open door and down the hall to the kitchen. The grin that broke across Marsha’s face when she saw me was quickly stifled and she frowned at me. But the look had already registered in my mind. Lust, joy, excitement were all etched on her face and my body responded immediately with my nipples tingling and not to mention the turmoil between my rouged legs. She was dressed in skin tight leather slacks, a snug but. Three or four of them lived with us at different times, but they never stayed for long. Then She met Butch, and he moved in soon after.Butch was Mom's first black man. He had recently been released from state prison, but Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I.