Phir unhone mom ke gaand me dekh ke thook feke.Unhone mom ke gaand me ungli dali…Mom unka haath hata ke bola nahi bahut dard hoga..Par uncle mane na...i. Uncle 2ungli dal die gaand me. Mom ka sound normal se jada hua.Phir uncle tv ka sound bhadha die. Phir unhone apna lund dhire dhire 4-5 bar me mom ke gaand me dal dia.Mom jhor jhor se awaj kar rahi thi..Unke gaand se khoon bhi nikla. Phir 3-4 min baad uncle ke lund se pani type muth nikla ..Wo mom ke gaand pe gira dia aur kiss karne lage mom. I was once again that kid playing hide and seek, trying not to get caught. My bladder all of a sudden became full and shouting for release. I was sure of discovery if it were only because my heart was pounding at immeasurable decibels.I could see fairly easily as Jeff came into the room, holding the hand of a young girl, maybe 13 years old. He had told me several times of his fantasies about girls this age. I didn't understand it but never felt the need to judge him for it. But now, faced with. "You were when we were all in high school together and you haven't improved one little bit with age."I let my hate and contempt for this scrawny, pot bellied banker show for the first time. "You never understood the first thing about Sarah or what she meant to me. Now you never will." I turned away and started down the steps. I wanted to get away from this glittering rich man's house of worship where no God had ever visited. All I wanted right then was to return to my own quiet world of near. ”“From what I gathered, that staff is huge.”My mom smiled at that while taking another sip of her tea. I could tell she was leading somewhere with all this, so I just gave her my version of Suzi’s “spill” expression.My mom chucked, put down her teacup, and wrapped her arms around me for a hug. I returned the hug, and it was a long and gentle one.When she finally relaxed, she said, “I love you, my little man. You have no idea how you’ve shaped my life towards something ... pure and ... right..