Phir 5 minute ke baad phir usne mere piche garden per haath rakha maine kuch nahinkaha phir usne turant pallu main hath dalkar meri breast ko pakad li...a aur thoda jor se masalne laga aur blouse ke upper se hi mere nipple ko pehchan kar do ungiloyn se dabane laga meri to halat is umar main aisi thiJaise main 25 saal main mehsoos kargti thi .phir usne side se hathy dala aur meri breast ko masalne laga aur dabav badhane laga phir jab jyada jor se dabaya to maine uska hath pakad kar apne pet per. She kept on mopping the floor and my eyes were stuck to those melon. Suddenly she saw me and I went into my blanket. My mom returned from shopping. I was too afraid that if she tells this to my mother then I am gone… But to my surprise she kept numb. This went on for few weeks. Then slowly - slowly she started to open up. One day while cleaning my room she saw my pole which was making tent inside the blanket. She laughed and went on cleaning the room. That day I masturbated 3 times.Next day to. Not after all we've done together." And I slumped down on the sofa, sobbing.The words were an act but the sobbing was real. That bastard had tricked me... tricked me in so many ways. Even though I was planning to trick him... had tricked him... I felt crushed and humiliated that I'd let him deceive me so much... that I'd given in to every perversity he'd tried."Oh God Irene... I'm sorry... I just thought... he's been different lately," she said with tears in her own eyes. Then I realized that. Okay, maybe not first, but latest. It might make me jealous if I thought you were looking at other women ... my mother ... my sister ... just like you look at me." She took my hand and placed it on her chest. "But I feel in here it's different." So we're talking about us as in you-and-me now," I said."Yeah, I guess we are," Allison said, and then she gently laid my hand aside and sat up, backing off to face me a couch cushion away. "And we're talking with all our clothes on. Is it different?".