He took a small pen-light out and examined my ID.“Hmmm. Im not too sure about this ID.” He said. “I think Im going to have to call the cops in t... check this out.”I freaked. I begged him not too. I was scared out of my mind.He was huge. He took up the entire doorframe of the video booth.There was no way to escape. I was trapped.“I tell you what.” He said, “ You give me that cock and I wont call the cops.”“WHAT!? I managed to stammer out.“I get your cock or the Police get your ass!”I just stared. However her acts since the last six months appeared unusual with me whenever I visited their place.The woman I’m telling about is Vindhya, aged about 30-32 with two children of which the elder child is seven years of age. Vindhya did not appeared to me as a most beautiful woman but surely an interesting one. She was a little bit plum with big boobs. One evening my cousin called up to my mobile and said that he need a PC to his house and asked me to bring one as he knew little about the. Once we got there, I was even more surprised to find out that it was not Beth who was working next to the oven, but my aunty. I looked at Beth raising my eyebrows, and she shrugged while turning to me."She's been muttering something that if she is going to be a surrogate grand-aunty, she will need to learn how to cook."I guessed that the look on my face had shown my concern as she continued."Oh, don't worry. I think she is doing okay, now. It seems that she is really motivated to learn.. "Where is she?"I invited her inside and bade her sit. "Morgan is in school right now," I explained. "She'll be home about four."Dora glanced at her watch, said, "I'll be back then," and left.I watched her leave in a large, older car, a Buick or Cadillac. There was a very big man driving, and I could see them quarrelling as they left my driveway.When Morgan got off the bus, I met her outside. "Your mother came today."Morgan walked toward the barn, dropping her book bag just inside.With her hands.