Noticing, my mom asked, "Are you cold, baby?"Not trusting myself to speak, I just shook my head. I guess that made me move because my stapdad groaned ...nd said, "Oh, fuck, baby."My mom looked at him puzzled. He was red and panting. I was barely controlling my breathing myself. "Are you okay?" she asked.He nodded. And then realizing she was waiting for a fuller answer, he said, "Princess, here, is getting too big to be sitting on my lap. I may lose the use of my legs." Nonsense," my mom replied.. “I give you permission, this is the first alcohol I have ever drank myself and I refuse to drink by myself. Here, take a shot of this and slap it back in your throat, it’ll burn a mite, then you will feel relaxed, just like me.”“I’ll try it if you will, Edith.”“Give me a small amount Clete, I don’t want too much at once.”“Here, sling this back all the way, you’ll love it.”“My, this is too much for young women that have never drank alcohol.”“Then I will go find me some more agreeable company for. “I knew that bitch! I am sure you would have opened your mouth for all men in the bus, won’t you?” he tried embarrassing her more. Richa didn’t answer her but kept her gaze down to his feet when he suddenly pulled her up and made her face him and look at his eyes. She did only for a split second before lowering her eyes while he kept slapping her to his heart’s content. It seemed as if there was just no stopping him when his phone rang one more time. He threw Richa on the floor, placed his feet. ‘Only good? I can do better,’ he said. And then set about proving it. He carefully eased her shorts down over her hips, and stroked her gently through her silky underpants. He loved the feel of her, even through the slippery fabric that was the only barrier between them at the moment. It amazed him how turned on he could get by her, how hard he stayed in her presence, even if they weren’t really doing anything intense. After a few minutes of foreplay, where he could feel her getting more and.