The incident was dictated by my mom to me so after here the words are in context of hers.The first incident happened when my mother visited my materna... grandmother’s home during the month of June . My maternal grandfather is not still alive so at there home there only grandmother and my mother was there. My grandmother’s home was in a very rural area of bihar so there after eight is like complete dark and no one is on the road. After living for around 6 days in my grandmother’s house my mother. .I just pulled off her hands and pressed her boobs hard and Ridhi Moaned…I told herMe: Continue dancing my new love..Ridhi Make your to be husband feel happy for his choice..Listening this she got more encouraged and danced like heaven her boobs were jumping up and down with every move her pelvic thrust were better then any Indian heroine all this was happening with curtains open and I wa hard…I just went and closed the curtain thinking not to expose my babe much and went and sat on the sofa. "Yeah did you get some fresh air then?" I replied."Er well yes thanks," he blurted, before saying "it was quite refreshing" I asked Bob whether the fresh air and exercise had helped with Karen's headache, and he told me it had. The glance they exchanged suggested there had been something more than fresh air involved."I need the toilet myself," Bob said, rising from his seat "back soon." As he walked off, Karen slid across to where he had been sitting. Leaning in close to me, she whispered, "I. I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t need or want drama in my life. I had gotten a good blowjob by a hot chick and if it was a onetime deal, no sweat. How wrong I was.**A few days later I was sitting in my chair outside my cabin. It was late at night. A beer on the floor and smoking a cigarette. I was contemplating where to go next.“Hey.”I turned and saw Sandra standing in the doorway to her cabin. “Sorry, not interested.”She gave me a smile. “I think you will be, come on.