My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But...I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up and opened the door. Vasanth looked at her briefly and stepped in. “Hari is sleeping?” he asked. “Yes,” my mother replied. He looked nervous.” I am not able to sleep”, he said. He slowly paced up to window. Then he said, in a slightly shaking. If she were a Neanderthal, I'd really be in the soup. I continued, but faced tough sledding. It seemed that she was somehow able to fight me."You are my mate." Not mate ... whore ... not yours ... everybody's." No, my whore! You are my whore." No, please..." My whore. Mine! Mine! Mine!" I screamed."Yours ... your whore."Only mine." No..." Only mine!" Only yours," she said."Only my whore." I reinforced."Only your whore." Only my slut." Only your slut." Your pussy is mine." My pussy is yours,". Meri pyaas bujha do.Ah hhh uu mmm mmmm hmmm hmmmmm mmmmm ummmm…. Uske baad, mei unka poora badan chatne laga.Unki navel mei jibh daal kar poora chusne laga. Itna maaza mujhe life mei pehale kabhi nahi aaya tha. Aunty ki awaaz mujhe full josh de rahi thi. Aunty ke poore badan mei mai jibh ferne laga aur wo bhi josh mei aane laga thi. Phir unhonme mera underwear nikal kar mere lund se khelna shuru kar diya. Phir wo use apne muh mei daal kar chusne lagi aur lagbhag 15 minute chusne ke baad aunty. Oh, what I would give..."Connie, you get the 'Michael Phillips' Hottest Girl on the Beach' Award." Wow, thanks, Michael," and she leaned forward and planted a nice warm kiss on my lips."Um, Connie, you do need to shave around your legs openings," suggested Michelle. "Michael did me just now, I'm sure he'd do you," and she smiled at me.Oh, would I do her, I thought. Oh, would I."Sure, I'd be glad to, the stuff is right here," as I went in the bathroom and they followed.I squatted down on the.