They want to meet but have no way to do so. They each live on a separate island enduring the storm, thinking of each other, knowing that the other exi...ts. They haven’t met yet is all.’ ‘That’s the same as the novel by the other Dan Buford. You didn’t steal his idea did you – for your imaginary world. This doesn’t make sense at all.’ ‘I could’ve told you that.’ ‘What happened?’ ‘Maybe …’ I paused for a moment thinking of the possibilities. ‘Maybe you punched through to an alternate universe, one. “Wo pehele se hi randi thi.” I said.Then suddenly we came in without any warning using Jiten’s master key, she tried to clean up her act but she couldn’t. She blushed a bright tone of red. Before she could protest Jiten went and lifting her sari, inserted two fingers in her cunt. She moaned. She was about to protest but she was cut off by a deep kiss. I slid my tongue all over hers kissing passionately, and before long she kissed me back. I was actually kissing my own mom!! “Aunty agar aapko. Her hand moves again and I feel her breath in my ear. "I'm going to make you mine, you know." I did not even respond, for as I felt her nipples against my back, I felt something else against my leg. Her left arm reaches around my middle. She kisses me on the back of my neck, and I feel her right hand guiding something inside me. My mind buzzing with the feel of her momentary breath in my ear, I accept her. Slowly I com to the realization that she is truly fucking me. With each deep penetration. In my left eye. It blurred my vision.The latex clad fingers slithered in my mouth.Ticking the back of my throat. Testing me with a snicker.Releasing my throat from her grasp I was met with a firm sloppy slap."Thank you." You need a leash" she demanded, pinching my nipples.Opening the oak drawer...a set of nipple clamps now dangled from her leather digits.A deep burn on the right, a sigh escaped. Clamp attached.Leather glove...smacking me across my cheek. jolting me again."Not another whimper.