Me: Who is Varun? Is he your secret lover? Didn’t he come today to play with those boobies?Tanya: HEY! STOP!Me: What happened? Did I say something w...ong?Tanya: Yes. Varun is my son.Me: OOPS! I didn’t know that. My bad. I am SORRY!Tanya: It’s okay. Apology accepted.As I was tired and sleepy, I logged off and went to sleep. I logged into the chat site only the next night. I had a notification of messages from “MomWith36DD”. I opened my inbox at once to read Tanya’s messages.Tanya: Why have you. He hardly listened to any of her answers to his questions; he was transfixed by her big blue eyes which looked up and to the side whenever she was thinking of the best answer; by her full red lips and the tip of her little pink tongue which darted out to moisten them before she spoke; by her ample bosom straining the buttons of her blouse as she breathed in. He had to concentrate to avoid staring at the little diamond shaped opening which formed in the fabric between the second and third. My sister was 2 years youngerr than me. In Malappuram young mothers were very common, my mom was not so different from everybody. She was married at her younger age. So when my father passed away I was 10 years old and she was just 27 years old. Besides all troubles she earned by doing job in government firm at the locality and she was getting her respect as a government employee in the village.Many people asked her to marry again; she refused because she was concerned about my sister on that. I guess that she was one of the Hippies. By this time Ben was doing what he was designed to do and I needed somewhere to either stop the stimulation or get the real thing. Jon just gave one of his smiles and said that I would have to wait another 5 minutes. From there we walked to a little beach that was round the back of the market. After finishing the coke and me removing Ben, Jon said that we were going for a swim to cool down. He stripped off and went in. As I was taking my dress off I.