She needed my help for organizing some furniture and preparing their home for the function. My mom asked me to go and help her. I went with her.As soo... as she reached home, she threw the shawl away. It was a low cut churidar. I could see a nice part of her cleavage. She asked me to help her move the couch away. To raise the couch she bent a little and I got a peek of her boobs. She wasn’t wearing any bra. Soon, we moved all the furniture. The next process was to lay carpet. I bought the carpet. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. He's my son and I can't help looking out for his welfare.”“He's all grown up now. Yes, you're his mom, but let him have his fun. He works hard and if Cece wants to fuck his brains out, so be it. It's nobody's business but theirs. If he didn't want to do it, he wouldn't. Now back to what the men are talking about. Do you think he will do it?”~~*~~I could tell my uncle was itching to talk about something. He had started a couple of times, but stopped. I had always been the kind to draw on the inside of a straight razor though. The blade sliced with surgical precision through denim, flesh, muscle and the femoral artery.The unexpected pain confused him.I was smaller.I was not family.He felt the pain of approaching death, which he caused to others but was unfamiliar with the personal side of. He looked up at me, lost as to how I could be standing above him while he lay on the packed dirt of the road. His eyes studied me as his body weakened but. ” And with that the man left us alone, locking the door behind him.“Oh Alice, what do you have in mind?” Lorraine asked excitedly. George began to remove her clothes until she was naked, and we watched her take one of the costumes made in red latex and adorned in gold chains. It was a bikini style top with the cups open to reveal the nipples and a thong with a small opening to allow access to that certain secret place. “Well, go on…try it on.” Lorraine continued.We watched as she fit perfectly.