“Hey Mom?” Linda said.“Hi honey, how long has it been? How’s William?” mom responded.“He’s doing fine, Mom, I have an odd question for y...u, if you don’t mind?”“Sure honey, what is it?”“David came ‘out of the closet’ in the 80s, right?”“Oh, honey; yes - it was actually November 22, 1983! I remember because November 22 that year was the 20th anniversary of JFKs assassination. Why do you ask?” she questioned.“Oh, Marty and I were thinking of throwing him an anniversary of sorts – to commemorate. Maine bola ki main tumhare momme chus raha hu main boobs chusne ki awaaz nikalne lage maine bola fingerDaal lo apni pussy main usne bola already dali hui hai main bola socha mera loda tumhare muh main hai woh chusne lagi awaazien nikalne lagi mera bilkul khada ho gaya humne 1 hafta aise he phone sex kiya aur ek din maine usse bola diya meenu main tumhe chgodna chahata hu usne bola main bhi tumse chudna chahti hu maine saare baatein aapne phone main record kar li thi. air kuch din baad humne. “No. Christ no. What if someone should come in?” I groaned in sheer panic, not wanting to be caught, but not wanting him to stop. “We’ll put someone to watch out if that makes you feel better”. It did, but not much. I nodded and one of the guys walked out of the toilets to keep watch. The other guy, who had helped to put my handcuffs on me, felt inside my truncheon pocket and pulled the rosewood weapon out. “Mmmmm. Nice hard piece here officer”. He mockingly laughed as he stroked the one item. My dad passed away few years back and after that mom and I had a normal life. I was going to college regularly and one fine day when coming back to home I had a lot of sweat in my body so thought of taking a bath and entered the bathroom, after removing my dress there I saw my trimmer in the stand. It was not right that my trimmer shouldn’t be there, and I thought only mom could have used it and left that matter away. And after few weeks saw the trimmer again, this time my devil mind started to.