A lot. I think all of us being together will make it easier on them. You're more like a dad than anyone I can think of." Thanks. I'm looking forward t... that part. That and having you nearby each day." I said.She reached out and took my hand. "You said you wanted to see me. What about?" I wanted you to come with me to look at this house I'm thinking of buying. I'd like your opinion, especially since you'll be living there." Sure. Let's do that. It will take my mind off ... the other shit," she. The next day morning, I again repeated the same thing. I hugged my mom from behind. She didn’t say anything this time. I did it for two more days.On the third day, she said in a little loud voice, “Stop it, Chetan. Go to your room.” I was scared and ran to my room. I was cursing myself for what I had done. I couldn’t control my lust and was hurting mom.When I was thinking about all this, Mom came to my room and sat on my bed. She looked towards me for a few seconds and then said.Anita: Chetan,. Then the grind began again.I left her home exhausted and with a slight headache from the sheer concentration.The lessons were from 10AM till 12:30PM. We would stop for something to eat and then continue where we had stopped until 4:30PM.She was a real taskmistress, however it worked and each day I progressed to a better efficiency.Gabi had a very musical laugh. More of a high pitch giggle that would rip and cause her round belly to shake. She had a wicked sense of humor too. I’m sure she was. Only this time, as he did it, she pushed back and rubbed her ass on his cock. This time instead of getting in beside her he kinda stayed partially behind her, and kept his cock against her ass. She continued to grind her ass against his cock and she could feel it growing in his pants. He leaned down close to her ear and told her if she kept that up he wouldnt be able to walk back to his table. She smiled and said, then stay up here. He laughed a little and told her he didnt think the guy she.