She asked me why did I sleep in her room the previous night. I choked but soon found my voice and replied that it was very hot in the living room and ...hat’s why. She told me I know what all you did yesterday night. I was shocked. I told her I didn’t do anything.She told me that it was normal for boys of my age to do such things. I said so you would let me do such things to you. She said no. Its not right. I am married and I love my husband. I began pleading to her saying that I have always. Her eyes. Her facial structure. Her upper body, her thick, curvy hips, and figure…And it all consumed my developing desire of wanting more of her. However I started seeing Pallavi face, and body again. Yes, that body of hers. Oh yes, that body…Her body, her lips, her breasts…Her thighs ….. Her rounded ass ……………all of her, again and I was going mad again, her plunging deep neckline gave a wonderful view of her unfettered tits which were fluttering to set free from the clutches of the soft. “You know I can’t wake up without my morning blowie.”“You’ll get your blowie when you get up.” Her days were full of these minor concessions to purchase a few minutes of attention span from that lazy, horny, immature, entitled brat.“Aren’t you listening? I need my blowie to get up. I have ADHD, you know.”Yes, you seem to bring that up whenever any effort on your part is required. But she didn’t say that. “I’ll give you a blowie, and then we work all day. No interruptions.”“But what about my. My dear s*s told them... - let's tickle him so he'll never abuse you again- They took the new task with renewed energy.. all this while we were all laughing and screaming I tried desperately to free myself to no avail as my position would not allow any leverage... The tickling continued and I completely lost sight where my old s*s was... but...... Because I was facing down with the young ones on top pulling my hair or tickling me, I tried to pull myself up by crouching and lifting them up on my.