Ajay ne apni bahome liya Sapna bahot maza aya me kaha mujhe bhi Ajay bole ab me jyada intejhar nahi kar sakataAb tujhe jaldi shaadi karni hai me kaha ...aise let me see Aur uske bad hum ghar chale gaye Raat ko Ajay ka phone aya darling I miss you ,ab to jaldi tum mere bistar pe roz ke liye le ata hu ,kaise kal dekhna kya hota hai Lekin mujhe saath dena hoga me kaha sure next day jab pandit muhrut nikalk e laya ,to wo kuch 15 dino ke baad ka Wo bole in dono ke liye ye muhrut best hai nahi ek saal. The brutish men shoved me in a chair, my right arm stretched out and cuffed in a chain attached to the wall, and then the same was done to the left. The ogres walked out of the cell, the last one sliding the metal door closed with a decided thud. The finality of that thud was like a book ending, like the “The End” of my life.Seconds later, the door slid open less than a meter, and a figure slipped into the darkness of my cell. I caught the scent of the fresh soap that we washed each other with. Obviously looking for a bit of privacy, the older guy was bent over fiddling in his rucksack and then took out a cam and walked over to a tripod I hadn't spotted and then began to spin it around .At this point I was about to continue on my way when a lady completely nude apart from a cream baseball cap appeared.Now this lady was probably 25 to 30 great figure not very tall and not particularly large boobs. But curious as I am moved a couple of meters closer now head bobbing . The older guy had. Mature women were my trophy.Despite all these, and opportunities for more sex, I continued to lust for my mother. My thoughts were always filled with her, and in my mind, she was always naked. Every scenario I imagined my mother in, she would be naked. Whether it was buying grocery at the supermarket, driving her car, cooking in the kitchen, or serving me food, my mother was naked in every thought of mine. I would talk to my mother every night, and most times I would be masturbating, talking to.