My mother was looking fucking sexy. My drunk brain was making me horny. She stood there shell shocked with moist eyes. She was even sexy in that expre...sion.My mom was a fat woman with a flawless and fair skin. Though she was 46, she looked like 34. She had very big 38D yet slightly firm boobs while my girlfriend had only 32D. I wanted to squeeze my mother’s milky boobs but my ethical brain didn’t want me to think that way. So I looked down.“Don’t do anything stupid. I will wear clothes and. Se msg aaya call me mne us no. pr call ki to wo usi ka n tha usne kha ki mne kbhi socha b ni tha tum bi mere bare me acha sochte ho mne kha m tumse pyarKrta hu jbki mera mn to sirf use chodne ka tha usne kha thk h lekin hm clg me kbhi nhi milenge m b agree ho gya. fir hmanri phone pr bate hone lgi roj dhire dhire hm phone sex b krne lge isi trh ek sal bit gya ek din mne use clg k last floor pr bulaya or wo aa agyi mne uska hath pkda or hum kafi der tkBate krte rha fir mne uske galo pr ungli. She glanced at the clock. Lorelei had to make haste if she hoped to avoid one of Aunt Harriet’s inquisitions. From the reticule attached to her wrist, she found a pair of white gloves and slipped them on. “Beauregard, remember Somerset, that chestnut stallion you had?” Beauregard sniffled, wiped his nose, and nodded. “Such a beautiful animal. Finest piece of horseflesh in the Carolinas,” she said with a wistful smile. “I remember the way the sun used to glint off Somerset’s coat, how the. My chunky black boots crunched on the ash-laden ground as I trudged for what could have been my thousandth time to the train platforms. I traveled alone, with the exception of two or three workers who, having seen a superior approaching, ceased their toils and stood until I passed. The lifeless winter wind brushed against my flesh, burning my lips and ears as scarlet as the band on my left arm. I retreated deeper into my drab coat, securing it against my shivering body, my journey hastened only.