"A present from me," she smirked.I sniffed hard which elicited a laugh from her, and was rewarded with hernew and unusual scent. Unlike my Mistress he...s was darker more musky. Shewatched me avidly drink in her scent for a few seconds then ordered me tomy bed in the corner. I went willingly my cock threatening to squash myballs to nothing. The scent of her was exotic and frustrating. I lay inmy dog bed and drifted into a light slumber as Consuela made breakfastfor Mistress and Master. I dreamed. “No,” Ron replied. “Do you like me too?” Samantha asked putting his hand on Ron’s crotch through the blanket. “Mom, what are you doing?” Ron was shocked. “Do you like your own mom?” Samantha asked again, “This morning I noticed you starring at my breast.” “The button of your top was not done and it was showing a lot of… your breast, so I got distracted. Sorry,” Ron apologized. “No, don’t feel sorry,” Samantha said, “But did you like looking at my breast?” Samantha was being a bad dirty mother.. Appozhuthu ennai ariyaamal naan thudika aarambithu viten.En udambu muzhuvathum thudika aarambithu vitathu, en kanavar ennai paarthu bayanthu poi vitar. Pinbu thaneer koduthu ennai amarthinaar, ennal atharku mel kamathaiye ninaithu parka mudiyaatha alavirku suuthu valithathu. En kanavar sorthu poi vitar, adutha naal ennal sariyaaga nadaka mudiya villai, utkaara mudiya villai.Migavum kastap patten, pinbu en kanavar iru vaaram ennai ookave illai, en idam kaamam seiyalam endru ketkave bayanthaar.. Girl kestrels are a sort of red brown." He nodded."What's that?" Patrick was pointing at a branch of Mum's native fig tree (Ficus macrophylla). "The bump." That's not a bump. That's an owl. Probably a Southern Boobook. They sleep during most of the day and wake up and hunt in the evening and early morning. They eat mice and grasshoppers." 'Kay. Patrick thirsty."I guess I spent a lot of time with him, just being a naturalist.Mum was really back to normal a few days later. Weena reported that.