I had one foot bordering on the darkest depths of dreaming, and the other standing right on concrete reality. The only problem was, I wasn’t certain...what was real and what was fantasy anymore. “Take my cock, you bitch!” “Oooooh, fuck!” His voice. That deep, hoarse tone always made my cheeks flush in heat. From the first moment I heard him speak, it was as if my ears had fallen in love. Even then, I wasn’t sure if my eyes fell for him first; surely it was a combination of the two. “You like. “Tell me what you’re doing now”, he demanded.We listened as we pulled out of the drive. Mum was waving us off, I had no scruples.“I’m in the same position as the photo I sent you but I’ve got two fingers up my cunt and my thumb on my clit.”“You fucking slag, stick one up your arsehole, get it ready for us.”“Jesus”, I thought. I was listening to my Dad have phone sex with some slut, sat it the front of the car on a fairly busy road and all I wanted to do was get my cock out and have a wank. The. What ever property with me and with the help of my elder sis I have to maintain my home. Round about June 2003, one of the relative of my aunt all of a sudden came to my house.He is very good by nature and he wants to help us as my father helped his bua long back I am proud of myself I do not wish to take any help from him. Afterwards he used to come my house twice in month during this period I have seen his intention is clear he is really good person he is also around 50 by age.He also kept. So do you, Tim.”“So do you, Mrs. Lancaster. I wonder why.”Benny said, “That’s easy. It’s because she’s old.”Mrs. Lancaster laughed. “It’s really hard to have a swelled head around you two.”“That’s Benny. He’s blunt.”“How old do you think I am, Benny?”Benny said, “I have given that question a lot of thought. The answer I keep coming up with is Portland, Oregon, February 26, 1979.”Mrs. Lancaster looked startled. It was the first time they had seen her lose her composure.“You’re 62 now. That means.