Us samay maa braa nahi pehanti thi lekin ab woh pehanti hai. Mujhe ab bhi achhi tarah yaad hai papa bhi unke bagal me dusri khatiya daalkar sote the j...b bhi papa ka man karta papa maa ko apni khatiya par bula lete or maa ki chudaai kiya karte the. Maa ki siskariyaan sunkar me jag jata tha papa jaldi jhad jate the kai baar mene maa ye kehte huye suna or tej karo na papa kehte ab nahi bas tab meri maa pushpa apni choot ki aag mitaane ke liye keval petticoat me hi mujh apne pyare bete sanjeev se. We flew into Aberdeen to be collected by my sister Anna and her second husband Vernon on a warm Friday afternoon and were immediately made aware of all the people wearing the bright colours of out-of-state ringnecked pheasant hunters and learned the annual hunting season for them Began the following day at noon. My mind wandered back to about thirty years earlier when there were no where near as many hunters and I worked in a meat locker that helped process birds for the hunters to have them. When we were ready, we resumed our face to face. Before we fell asleep, I set my alarm for an hour; there was no sense in bring Mom into this situation before we had to. Spanish studying was forgotten. We both failed the quiz but managed to pass the course anyway.When Mom got home that day, bowlegged from an evening and morning of fucking, my bed was made. Evie and I became regulars at eating and fingering each other, sometimes at her house but usually at mine, since Mom had no hesitation in. I often sat on thedeck out back and watched the golfers on the nearby golf courseplay the two nearest holes. People pretty much kept tothemselves like they often do these days but I did know my nextdoor neighbor who owned the other half of the townhouse.Ben and Cindy Drummond lived next door. He was an average, 40something guy who owned a local business. A lot of people in theneighborhood were business owners or company higher-ups and mostof them had money. I often watched with envy in the.