" I try not to frown as thispiece of information causes mum to almost immediately snap out of her'funk'."You- you're moving to London?" Mum asks, her ...tare boring into myskull. "So you'll be closer to your friends?" Naturally, this ideamakes my mother VERY interested- and seems to have completely cured her'depression' as well."Not- not my friends in Cardiff," I mumble. "Or my girlfriend, either.I- I'm going to be studying, umm, graphic design..." Good," mum says, triggering an awkward silence. Mere pitaji ka dehant jab mai 15 saal ka tha tab bimari ki wajah se ho gaya tha. Hamri kheti badi thi jis se hum log maje se ghar gujara kar rahe the. Meri maa sudol aur sanwali rang ki hai uske boobs aur chutad kafi bade bade hai. Wo aksar salwar aur kamiz pahanti hai. Wo bra or panty use nahin karti hai. Hum bate milkar khet me kam karte hain. Kam karte waqt jab bhi maa pesab karne khet ke kinare par jati thi aur nada khol kar salwar gutano tak niche kar ke pesab karne baithti thi tab muze. I pulled them out and licked the goo off. She turned her back to me and leaned over to hold onto the passenger seat. She said there is more in my ass. Then as soon as I glanced over she relaxed her butthole and it opened about the size of a quarter. With my hand on her butt cheek I pushed my thumb into her opened hole. She pinched down on it and cooed. She wiggled her hips as she held tightly to my thumb. I played in both of her holes for half an hour before she said find us a place to eat I'm. Some day, he might have as many as twenty-five or thirty young, beautiful Morriston wives at his beck and call, for as long as the Postal regulation allowing him to indiscriminately open the public's private mail was in effect, he could never be thwarted. He had power, power, POWER!Faster and faster the wickedly-grinning clerk's hand rubbed back and forth over his swollen prick as he gazed into the future, planning impossible orgies with a dozen women and more, planning games and perversions.