To main bhi maoka dhoond lungi.Main: Am ready for a next round mom.Maa: Tum ready ho par tumhara woh to nahi. Dekho kaise chota sa ho gaya hai, ha ha ...a!Main: Use bada karna to apke hath mein hai.Maa: Pata hai mujhe kaise bada karna hai par now beta lets have breakfast. Maa hoon tumhari. Koi aur hoti to bhukhe hi chodhwati jab tak mera man nahi bharta, par tum. Chalo breakfast banaya hai woh khate hai uske bad baki.Iske bad maine apna sikuda hua lund short mein ghusaya aur uth kar maa ke peeche. It was hard, but hanging across my thigh. I reached down and grabbed the shaft, feeling the heat of it. I slid my hand towards his balls, and cupped them...rolling them around in my hand as Keon moaned into my mouth.He suddenly broke our embrace, and dragged me deeper into his house. I half-registered the obviously feminine decor in the master bedroom as we went straight into a bathroom. I felt a brief pang of jealousy, as I wondered who Keon’s woman might be.I didn’t dwell long, because we. They are out. I hear music in my oldest boys room. I knock and open the door to come in. He is sitting on his bed in his underwear and a shirt. “Hi mijo. I had fun tonight dancing with you” “Me too” he says. “You looked really nice tonight” My pussy is dripping. “Can I sit here?” “of course. Whats up?” I move to his side of the bed, undo the belt of my robe and sit next to him. We sit there just looking at each other for a second and then I close my eyes and lean in to him for a kiss. He. I chose not to talk to the guards as a matter of principle unless I hadto. Several years in prison does that to a person. And I had nothing todo with the two who had got me wrongly convicted in the first place.Which only left me with one person to talk to, Emma Hackett. When shehad been a boy, she had murdered two of her pupils in her class agedeleven using a knife after a playground fight turned nasty. Knowing thatthe place we were sitting in was wired for sound I was expecting theguards to.