We were going out to enjoy and my mom was dressing up.I was mesmerized to see mom’s deep navel, soft abdomen and the outline of firm thighs under th... petticoat. By seeing Maa in that posture my dick is at 90 degrees angle to the ground. In trance, I went to bed and sat there. “Paddu! shall we move?”By seeing Maa I was dumbstruck. That is the beauty of Maa. She wore a cream color embroidered saree with matching blouse. The transparent blouse she wore has only lining in the front part of the. It made her look even younger. He slowly shifted around in the bed so that he could look closely at her. The night before, they had showered together, his first real shower in a long time. Her hair had been damp and her makeup had been washed off. Now he could see the natural curl of her hair, her face and eyes without adornment, and her expression relaxed.He leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered open and she rolled so that he had better access to her lips. There was no demand in the kiss. . Paris in our time had become a cesspool of debauchery, with loyalty sooner given to some Sade fellow than its kind King. A lavish and impudent feast of a city, where hiding was a thing of the past or the poors. It didn't take much time or skill to train a whore elegant enough, and any girl willing to like what she was told to could make something of herself in this grand bazaar. Miserable wenches earned rivers of gold and emeralds, displaying their cunts, breasts and tongues under showers of. Sure he’d done some stupid things when he was a teenager, but he’d never done anything bad. Apart from a little under-aged drinking he’d never done anything illegal, and he’d certainly never intentionally hurt anyone. And now he was an outcast. Relegated to the fringes where he feared for his life, all because his skin was the wrong color. When he finally made it back to the hotel his body was sore and exhausted and his feet were cut up and in excruciating pain. He was covered in blood and his.