More on our San Francisco trip in a bit. But first i have to tell you about a couple of transforming events that have brought me to the point where i ...m turning away from that rite of passage out of high school in favor of indulging in my fetishes for exhibitionism and voyeurism. I became aware of my fetish for exposing myself when i started to sunbathe naked in my backyard. One day i noticed an erect cock sticking through a knothole in the fence. I never went over to the cock and touched or. We ended up fucking him too. Then there were a couple girls at school who I took advantage of. They were heavier and therefore, much easier to coerce into having sex. But my mom started sucking my cock that day on the sofa and man was it fuckin' awesome! So to be very honest, I'm 35 now, she's now 64 and when I go down to visit (my folks live about an hour from me) for a weekend, it's with the intention that she's going to service me. I've become quite arrogant in instructing my own. To be honest, though I had read and enjoyed Updike in the past, I had picked it up at the library because I liked the cover art. I had found it a fascinating read so far, despite the fact that Updike painted faith, an important part of the story, with a little too much of the Church's brush for my taste. Still, the story itself, and its portrayal of a family though multiple generations had struck home with me. I had a fresh sense of my own family's long history, and perhaps I sought myself. Main roj sone ke pehle unke nam ki mooth marke sota tha. Aur bass unhe kisi tarah chodne ka rasta dhundh raha tha.Main hamesha ki tarah office khatm hone ke bad ghar paucha aur stairs se upar apne flat me ja he raha tha ki piche se aunty aa gayi main toh unhe dekh ke he dang reh gaya. Kya kamal ki lag rahi thi aag unhone pink colour ki transparent saree ekdum tight pehni thi. Unke low cut blouse mein se mano unke boobs bahar ane ko taras rahe the. Meri nazar toh usse hath he nahi rhi thi phir.