”“I am thirsty, mom,” he said looking at boobs. “Silly boy, that thirst can be fulfilled. But have breakfast first. You need energy for your b...tting. Today I prepared your favorite items.”“What mom?”“Kheema paratha, go and freshen yourself and come.” After ten minutes when he came he was in his pajama and cotton T-shirt. I was waiting for him at the dining table. In front of me are the plates.“Come, my dear boy, sit here, let me feed you today with my hands,” and I taped at my lap. There was a. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and this was just the four play. He knelt on the ground and unhooked her shoes, throwing them to the side. He rubbed his hands up her legs to her panties, and pulled them down, threw them to the side. He came back up and kissed her again with passion. She loved the feeling of their naked bodies touching, she loved the way his weight felt on top of her, every second she was becoming more and more wet. The urging for sex to happen was. Today I want to tell u a story which has happened some years back. I am 24years from a small city in Andhra. I live with my mom and dad in my house. I have changed the names of charecters in this story as to secure the identitiesMy dad Is a sexually active person he has lusty looks over any women. My mom is a traditional mandir type of women. Though their sex life is happy, dad always looks for a chance to get a women by his sexy conversations (double meaning). My room is adjacent to my parents. He had led a relatively clean life – other than the killing, but his tests indicated that he was eligible for a little more flexibility of choice in how he would die. It was an easy decision for him. As a matter of fact, he was looking forward to a brief moment of happiness and release before moving to the great beyond. He had his last meal, and the priest was trying to commend his spirit into the hands of a merciful God. Sam tried to pray, but his mind had trouble focusing – he was about to.