Main unhe palat kar dekhi aur honto ko kaat muskura di. Maa bagal mein hi baithi thi aur papa aur main yaha ye sab kar rahe the. Woh maa ke hote hue m...ri gand ki ched se apni ungli laga rahe the.Iss chupam chupaayi mein mujhe itni zyada maza aayi ki meri choot mein dubara nami aane lagi. Papa dheere dhere apni ungli ki nok ko hilate hue meri gand ki nanhi ched ko choo aur sahla rahe the.Ab unke mann mein bhi maa ke dekhne ka koi darr nahi tha. Ye mujhe tab pata chala jab unhone apni ungli meri. Both us were worked up. We could not wait to reach my place.Once we entered my apartment, she attacked me. She kissed me furiously. How could I let her take control? I kissed her back as I pressed her against the door. Our tongue wrapped each other and tried to dominate each other. I reached up and cupped her boobs. She moaned into my mouth.She did not want to be left behind, so she pressed my raging cock. It was not enough. We needed more. Our lips parted and gasped for breath. We looked at. I know I should have plugged it in last night. Look, do you want to see if someone else has a phone. Though hold on, it might be better if we find you something to wear first. I know I’ve got something in the car, and it’s only just up on the street here. If you have to go and talk to the police, you’d be better off wearing something more than a towel. And look, why don’t I go with you if you like – it’ll be easier with two of us.” I couldn’t believe she was being so kind, and was more than. Not so much because we were wonderful or anything, I think mostly we won because it reminded people of Zoe.I'm enclosing a video cassette of our performance.This is not Zoe's story. This is Zoe's tribute.The girl in the play (played by my sister Traci, you may remember her) isn't Zoe, and isn't supposed to be. She's a girl like Zoe who's going through something that Zoe had to go through. The character's mother (played by Robbie Tate) isn't you, and isn't supposed to be. But she's a mother in.