”Questioningly I asked, “Pickups?”Ingrid giggled and said, “That’s where Mom goes on Saturday afternoons to get fucked. She likes to let a n...w man fuck her every week. Then I get to taste them.”Astounded I asked, “Mom really lets strangers fuck her? Doesn’t she know about sexually transmitted diseases?”Just then Mom said, “I don’t care. I need cock and I like to please a lot of men…exactly fifty-two a year, one every Saturday.”Ingrid added, “In the handicap stall. Right Mom?”Mom smiled and. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice to have friendly company, and I hope being able to vent to a stranger who doesn't understand her language brings her some comfort as well.. Meri jade ki chuttia suru ho gai thi papa ke pas time nhi tha aur mera gadi me resrvation mil nhi raha tha. bhaiya trainning puri kar ghar ja rahe the. mai hostel me akeli rah gai thi to unhone mujhe phone kar station par milne ko kha gaadi me unka upar ka birth reserve tha gaadi raat 8 baje aai mai bhaiya ke saath hi unke birth pe let gai.hum dono do kambal milakr ek hi me ek hi birth pe let gaye the.Raat me mujhe thand ka ahsas hua to nind khul gai.gadi apni puri speed me ja rahi thi.hamare. ”I poured some oil on my hands and started kneading the mussels at the back of the neck and moved down her back, searching out any tight knots. When I got into the lower back and moved onto her butt mussels, she said that maybe I did know what I was doing, and where did I learn it. So I told her about a girl I used to know that was a proper medical masseuse and that she had taught me her techniques so I could massage her. As I was talking I moved back up and worked on the knots I had found. .