“You’re so bad! That’s one of the reasons why I love you so much!”Wendy resumed sucking on Rob’s cock. She took his right hand and guided it...from her tit between her legs. He felt the wetness of her pussy, and slid two fingers easily into her. Rob began to finger her pussy, feeling the outline of Dan’s cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated pussy from ass. Karen had taught Wendy the pleasures of having both holes filled at the same time, usually with two cocks. Rob brushed her. I was eleven. I never saw him again. After that, Mom just ... popped pills, drank like a fish, and spent more time in psych wards than at work. They let her go and I got sent to Aunt Wendy’s to live from the ages of fifteen to eighteen. Mom sobered up toward the end and tried to get custody of me back, but I was seventeen by them and it was far too late,” I recalled, still hating my parents, but hating Aunt Wendy even more.“Would you believe that your mother now lives with Aunt Wendy? I know, I. The train doesn’t have a regular stop at Jolarpet. There was an announcement that the train engine has failed and only after an engine change the train is to depart, that too after half an hour.I took this chance and got down the train and got her tickets from Jolarpet station. She thanked me. She was praising me like anything. She almost started to enjoy my company. The train started its journey. It was almost eleven. Almost everyone in row started to sleep expect me and her. Even the. Anybody witnessing her behavior in the hotel restaurant, or in the seaside bar afterward, would never have guessed there was, in their midst, a recent virgin girl who once had been a nun.Oh, she wasn't wild. She was behaving like the lady that she was: Mature. Decorous. Restrained.But I could see it in her eyes, and, I'm pretty sure, so could anyone else who looked her way.Back in the room, I was waiting in bed for her to emerge from the bath. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but,.