As I did she was gasping for air. My thumb touched her at the top of the hole and she grabbed my wrist.“Do that again!”“Again!”Now she was hop...ing on the bed. I later discovered she was having the first of the afternoon’s climaxes.She held my hand still, and gasped for air, and the hole got more sloppy with moisture.After a few minutes, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at me. “That was fabulous!”“Now kiss me!”I naively tried to climb up on the bed to kiss her cheek. But she pushed. "Oh, honey," she said, tears forming in her eyes. "That's not what I meant. I'm so sorry. I can't seem to do anything nice for you."She started to get up, but I took her hand."Mrs. Crawford, just coming over here today was nice," I told her. "Suzette always said such wonderful things about you. I never got the chance to see that side. Our problems are my fault too. I didn't put forth much of an effort to get to know you. It's nice to know you and Mr. Crawford — and even Suzette — are next door. "I went out in the yard and started doing jumping jacks which were very difficult wearing high heel shoes. I counted each one as I did them. The cowbells were clanging away all the while. When I got to 39, I twisted my ankle and fell on the ground. Frank came over to me and said, "You aren't finished yet Carla, I said 50." I told him, "But Master Frank, I twisted my ankle and can not stand on it." He grabbed my nose ring and said, "Then you will crawl back to the house like the pig you are." He. “Oh!” my mother gasped as I forcefully ripped away the upper part of her dress. I ran my hand over my mother’s right nipple until it became hard, then pulling my mother to me with my left hand moved my right hand down my mother’s body, my fingers teasing her tanned skin.My mother closed her eyes and leaned back against the kitchen table as a little sexual sensation coursed through her as my fingers danced across her skin. I pulled my mother’s saree fold near her navel as it slid to the floor.