I know your mom wouldn't trade you for anything. You are her angel, she talks about you a lot," I let her know, as I hugged her.That got her to smile,...and then we laid down together. We cuddled, and stayed silent. I never met her father, but obviously, there were some good genes there. Riley was cute, and sexy."I'm sorry, Callie. I know I've been distant from you. I just don't know what to think, or how to feel exactly. I just met you at my birthday party one day, and then all of the sudden,. My mother’s name is Sneha and my name is Ajit. We are a middle class Tamil family. My mother was married at the age of 18 to her uncle – my grandmother’s brother – when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 32 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had. Then there was just the small, twisted knot of flesh peeking out from the top of a crease. It was darker pink and wet. God was it wet. Alena reached up and around the neck of my Mistress and pulled her face close as the talented fingers of the older woman moved slowly and seductively over the mound of flesh and deeper between the parting thighs. She was far from virginal. She had not been that since her oldest sister’s boyfriend had spent the night six years earlier. She did not look like. . nice for you," she whispered, looking around, wondering if anyone could tell that a lesbian pick-up was going on here.Sparks were flying between them, invisibly. The counter girls must even know we're dying to fuck, Laura thought. She even moved away from Brenda casually, as if taking precautions not to draw attention. Brenda followed her at a distance."Would you like to drop by my place for a cup of tea?" she said to Laura. "I live down in the Marina. We could be there in five minutes."The.