In most of their minds, at least the street-smart ones, it was worse to be a rat than to be the guy that did the dirty deed. I could identify with tha... cold, hard fact despite the close relationship I had with my uncle who was sort of a father-figure to me. I had already figured out that the innocent bystanders had a right to remain silent considering the fact that they were all doomed to serving life sentences in the neighborhood unless they got lucky and won the lottery or moved out to the. I realized that though she is my mom, but biologically she is a woman too. Deprived of sex for too long. While I was climbing on her, she said teasingly, ” Baba (my pet name), what if you get a young beautiful girl tomorrow? You will then forget me. I toldHer that she is my first women & will remain that way. (I had some crushed on girls before, but nothing went further than holding hands type). She let out a deep breath & lifted her body in an arc. I kept kissing her boobs like a hungry lion.. A few random landscapes adorned the walls and a baby grandfather clock hung near the entrance from the porch. The handsome distinguished man seemed somehow out of place in this family room, his dark and powerful persona incongruous in the unthreatening surroundings.He had arranged to spend the weekend at Sunnydale farm only that week and he was lucky that the remotely isolated homestead was available. He had heard about the place through a friend who, like him, valued their privacy. The only. "I called, but didn’t get an answer. You hungry?" She asked."Yup. What're we having? "Pizza. I ordered Italian, remember?" She said and we both laughed out together.Dinner was just casual talk and the night passed by uneventfully. The drive had really tuckered me out. I dreamt of her lying next to me and slept peacefully. The next morning, I was up and ready. I had a shave, a shower and was setting up the lighting for the shoot. Just then she walked in, wearing a loose, long black satin shirt..