Main ek din apne kitchen me kaam kar rahi thi to jiju kitchen me aaye aur mujhse bole ki pinky ek glass pani do aur wo meri gand ko thoda sa touch kiy... aur non veg joke bole aur chale gaye uske bad wo mujhe bole ki pinky sham ko kahin ghumbe chalte h.Main apko bata jiju jab bhi aate h wo mujhe bahar ghumane le jate h aur hum dono khub masti karte h. Main aur jiju market me gaye aur waha par main aur jiju gol gappe khaye aur uske bad main aur jiju momos khaye aur ghar aa gaye aur ghar par mummy. I don’t want to have that feeling of ... hopelessness ever again.”“Nor do I, honey, nor do I.”We were both silent for the rest of the journey. I’d been upset enough at her leaving at the time; I’d probably never fully understand what she’d had to go through, waiting for me to make my decision about whether or not I could accept her past, berating herself for risking what we had, while knowing that total honesty was the only sustainable choice of action.When she pulled up outside our borrowed. As I had already cum with Jane, I knew I would last a bit longer with Mom. That was fine by me. To think that here I was fucking my Mother for the first time, and loving every minute of it, and not feeling any guilt whatsoever. This carried on through the night and by morning there were three very tired people in that bed. Luckily it was a Saturday and there was no work. After my initial joining with my Mom, there was no turning back for either one of us. I had wanted this to happen for. I’m going to help you!”We all broke out into relieved grins. We decided to go back to her apartment before discussing this further, to make sure we wouldn’t run across any less-friendly eavesdroppers. Once we got there, the plan to grab Ms. Archer as she was walking to her car – she always worked late on Fridays – came together quickly.By the time we were done, everyone was nervous, excited, and wired with anticipation. Lisa was dressed in one of her usual outfits – a tight tank top with.