I wanted to know that she loved me enough to put herself in my hands, to cede control to me. I admit it—I’m twisted, I’m warped. That kind of th...ng is important to me. It speaks to me of trust and love and deep devotion. She claimed she couldn’t give that to me because it didn’t speak to her in the same way it did to me. Fine. I could respect that if it were true. But since that time she pushed my hand away, her claim that she couldn’t give that kind of love to me was starting to seem more like. It was perfect. Susan belonged to me, and we both knew it. She felt so natural, so right, warm, snug and secure in my lap. I didn't just want to fuck this woman, or even **** her into submission (although I knew I would if I had no other choice). I wanted her to give herself to me, to surrender willingly to ME as her lover. I wanted my mother to want me, no to NEED me as much as I needed her. Shit if there was any day you can ask for a miracle, and have a right to expect it to happen, it has. Phir teen . Aur phir charoooo . Uske baad aunty ne kha ki amit tum to bahut bhale ban rahe the aut yeh kya? Main cuup rha aur coostaan rha. Phir aunty ne kha ki ab custa rahega yaan kuch karega bhi maine aunty ka blouce utar di aur aunty ke bade-2 boobs bahar aa gaye. Main pagal ho gya. Phir maine aunty ki saree utaar di. Aur unki tangoon ko phelaa diya aur unki chut ko coosne laga. Wo bar bar khe rahi the uuuu aaaaaiit aur jor se aaur jjjoooorrr sssseeeeeeee plllzzzzz. Maine phir apna lower. She’d known Helen’s body language as long and as well as she knew Troy’s and both of them knew her own; and saw that this was something difficult but important for her. She nodded for Helen to continue.“If I had died, Julie, Maria would be alone. Not in the same way I thought I was when Vincenzo died. I mean, she’s got Stavro, Jeanne, Ramirez, and you guys; she’s absolutely taken care of. I mean, in the sense that she’s the last of Vincenzo’s line. For All-Powerful Athiesmo’s sake, she’s.