The next two weeks couldn't pass quickly enough for me! What a horrible body, life and apartment. Thin walls and fighting couples next to my new place...didn't make a good night sleep. On the fourth day I and went out on the road. And every night after work, I put down my thoughts in the journal, as everyone before me had done.In those endless two weeks, I almost went nuts over the new life I was forced into, but I managed to get myself under control. I felt terrible I was going to thrust some. "OH GOD YES!" she screamed. "Don't ever stop fucking me! Fuck me baby, fuck your mom, make me your little whore please!" Yvette was truly no longer in control, the pleasure she was getting from riding her son was more than she could imagine.Robert could not believe his ears, but what he heard turned him on beyond belief. He never expected his mother to come out with such language, then again he never expected his mother to shave her pussy OR have sex with him. All he knew was that as his mother. I had fantasized about having a bisexual affair for several years before but now I found myself starting to fantasize about doing it with Dimple and Mohit. Every time she would tell me details about their sex I would just imagine what it would be like to join them. I even loaned them a few bisexual video tapes that I owned.Dimple told me that Mohit was turned on by the videos and that she had bought a strap on dildo and that Mohit had sucked it and let her fuck him with it. This turned me on so. You knock over her collection of garden gnomes and accidentally broke one. As you get up and saw what has happened, you turn around to flee and the old lady who lives in the house is standing right in front of you."You broke my gnomes." The Old Lady says as she stares into your eyes. She looks old and wrinkly, her dark eyes sink into her head and her face almost resembles a skull with skin hanging off of it. She wears an all black dress which makes her silvery white hair stand out. "You invaded.