I am a single mother, had my son at the tender age of s*******n, and was never mounted by a man ever since, my own choosing, masturbation became my ma...n means of sexual release, and built up a friendship with men, who like myself, preferred to self abuse, and on some occasions, joined some guys and got each other off, without the penetrative stuff.In my twenties my son continued to share my bed, and I remember one early morning a stirring that was more real than a dream, I somehow knew it was a. .No more…”I was not expecting him to show any mercy. I was in real pain and I thought he may beat me elsewhere. But I was lucky. He stopped. He lifted my face with his hand and looked deep into my eyes. Yes he had anger in his face. He slapped me again and I lost my balance and fell to my side. I crawled back up and knelt, shaking my hand and eyes were moist. But I was not crying. He again lifted my face with his hand and I was cautious and looking whether the hand is going to slap. He liked my. When Don waved at her, she knew that he, too, was remembering the night they had together. Still smiling to herself, she adjusted the small reading lamp beside her bed and spread her legs wide. Switching on the lamp, she let it highlight the lush pinkness of her open pussy and felt the cool night air blowing across the wet lips. Spreading herself open with her fingers, she watched the effect it had on the couple in the other apartment.The sight of Connie's pussy had an immediate effect on Don,. It all starts at Secunderabad railway station, time was around 8:30 pm I guess. My train was already on the platform ready to leave in 15 min. I bought a parcel of chicken biryani and got into the train.Since it is monsoon season there are only a few passengers on the train which is entirely ac. So I was one among the 6 people in my coach, all of us got different seat numbers. So from my seat, none can see me and curtains played their part too in shielding me from activities of other people.So.