I was wrong though. She led me up to my own bedroom, holding hands, but after kissing me on my lips she said goodnight and went to her own room, leavi...g me a little confused.In the morning she got me up for school as usual, gave me my breakfast and stood facing away from me at the sink, gazing out of the window. I took my empty dish to her and I could see tears on her face. I put my arm round her and asked why she was crying."I'm so sorry my love," she whispered "it was so wrong of me what we. Andrews.”How could it be Mrs. Andrews? I’m no expert on dead people, but she sure as hell looked dead to me when I first saw her. Her neck was lolled over at an angle that surely meant it was broken. If she weren’t dead, then that raised all sorts of horrible scenarios, the first of which was finding some way to get her out of the driver’s seat without actually killing her with one more tenth of an inch strain on her vertebrae. The second scenario was somehow getting her out of the bus without. 30AM, as I entered the home, my mom was out of the bathroom after her bath, she did not have a bindhi on, with her wet hair on her shoulders, she was just having her petticoat on tied up till her chest, a bit of cleavage was visible, and the petticoat had only covering till a certain length of her legsI was able to see the foot and a bit more of her legs, the body was dripping with water and she was walking, I was not able to make out her boobies completely, but the bulge made my hard, she then. For some reason my mother did not appear to have told my father that we had been picnicking. Hmm, I wonder why? And I quickly decided not to mention it until I had discovered the lie of the land."Hi, Dad. Yeah we got a fair bit of garden cleaned up. It was quite tiring out there in the hot sun. Hi, squirt, how are you tonight? Have a good practice?"Sue looked up at me from the carpet in front of the fire where she had settled herself and sneered at me before replying,"What do you care, you.