I went in and I saw her facing towards the other side , I was gaining some energy. I started kissing her back and she moaned hmmmm. Then i turned her ...owards me and kissed at her forehead , then at her lips , she did not opened her mouth so I forcefully entered my tongue inside her mouth , She was feeling shy at first but slowly she started to respond to my actions. Then I slowly moved my hands towards her shoulders and kissing them , I slowly removed her salwar. She was wearing a black colored. Tears were runningdown my cheeks. I was tired of John and being his punching bag every day.What could I do? I could not tell my parents, as I would be known as alittle baby that cries to his mom. I could not fight him, as it wouldmean that I would need a bus to hit him. It would take me years to trainand be strong enough to lift a bus. Moving to another school would be anoption, but I bet there was a John in every school. It seemed like therewas no hope!My twin sister came in to me and asked. I have been a member of the Metro Police Department for 22 years. I am married to Sally Peterman, and we have one daughter, Kelli who is nineteen years old. We live in a large Metropolitan city in the Mid-West. For the last 10 years, I have served on the elite Felony Apprehension Street Team. (F.A.S.T.) This team is part of a larger Federal Joint Task Force specializing in removing organized gangs and organize criminal activist from our city streets.The (F.A.S.T.) team keeps these groups under. ..I was still horny, but I felt honoured and blessed to have been given the opportuntiy to suck on my mumy's fat milky white breasts...I left my mother how she was...I figured she was pissed and that a guy had already been and gone, after noticing some underwear on the floor. I kissed her on the cheek as she slept silently, with white slime allover her breasts. I would simply deny it or enjoy the suspicion. I loved my mother like an angel, for years I had been longing for this moment and I knew.