She was not happy. The first thing she did was open a bottle of wine and pour a large glass of Chardonnay. She had tears in her eyes while she finishe... her first glass like a parched hiker in the desert. On her second glass, she asked me to join her in the room to have a drink. She wanted to talk. I asked her, "What's the matter?" Tommy," she whispered, "I was at dinner tonight with some friends and one of them humiliated me." It's Toby, Erika. Is that why you are home early?" Yes, and. Pranati: Are you nuts?Me:(I showed her the dried wax) It is nothing. I want to put this wax on your breast. What do you say?Pranati: I asked you for pain. But not this. I do not want this.Me: it is up to you, mom. If you do not like it, neither am I.Pranati: (she kissed me) Thank you.Me: First, let me fuck you, I stopped in between.I threw the candle aside, held my mom’s fluffy boobs, and pulled her onto me. I hugged her very tightly and kissed the bitch on her big pink lips. I took her lower. I released my cock to his grasp and reached across and took his cock to return the favour. His cock was hard yet soft to touch, never having held someone else’s cock before, it was quite exciting. His hand was working my cock and I began to work on his. Feeling his shaft slip through my hand as it travelled over the rim of its swollen purple head.His fingers were massaging the rim and head of my cock like as if playing the string of my instrument. We were getting wetter as our rhythm increased. Some women prefer their men to show their strength through a gruff exterior. James Bond was a good example, and I knew at the time that Ruth was really turned on by his character. She would frequently ask me to play that role for her in our fantasies, with herself as a demure “Bond woman” being swept off her feet by the suave Mr. Bond and his penchant for hard line charm. Yet, being young and naïve, I missed this point entirely. Instead of Bond I played the part of protector and defender of her.