Her hands grasped the back of my head as we continued to kiss intensely. She was incredibly talented with her tongue and such a fantastic kisser but I...knew it was too good to be true as she started to pull away from me.“This is wrong, I’m your mother. Maybe not naturally but by law,” she said as she broke the kiss.“It’s alright mom, nobody will ever find out,” I replied.“What about your father?” She snapped.“Oh please mom, he spends all night at the bar and do you really think he’d be in a fit. . eroticism and pleasure where shame and disgust should have ruled.Suddenly she felt faint, totally weakened by the explosive sexual episode she had just experienced. Instead of walking away, she just quietly slid down to the floor outside their door. It all washed over her and it was just too much. Her legs were jelly and refused to move. Her brain went numb. What in the world had just happened! She just sat there with her clothes in her trembling hand.Through the door she could easily hear. Sonu intentionally pulled the wires between Mam’s legs. As he pulled the wire, it touched mam’s pussy and ass crack and also the towel started coming up.In order to prevent this Simran mam started elevating herself on her toes. She was standing on her toes as Sonu kept pulling the wire. Finally mam could not do anything more. The wire sliped between mam,s ass crack and pussy crack. Mam got angry and shouted,Yeh tum log kya kar rahe ho.At the same time Sonu said Mam, Bus madamji ho gaya.Mam was. When we landed the place was full of men and women, this time in JBG uniforms as it should be. Uniforms were part of discipline, moral, order and ended the preverbal question of who are you? Do you belong here?This was what Fort Dean had been built for - to be used aggressively, not like the day we made the un-announced stop.The road into Fort Dean had been paved as I had told Andy to have done. It was twenty feet wide with a double yellow stripe down the middle.The archway was exactly what I.