? Irevealed to her another bottle of champagne sitting in a fridge beside thebed.? Popping the cork, I let the chilledjuices flow and foam into her ex...osed pussy.?Raising her ass slightly, I began to pour champagne deep inside her pinkwet lips.? The sensation was cold andtingly to her exposed clit, but it was sweet to the smell, and quite possiblythe most satisfactory experience she ever had with champagne. I then began to tease-feed her little shavings of specialSwiss dark chocolate I had. Much to my distress She runs Her hands over the panties and tights to make sure they are smooth and secure as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I know that Mommy sees my tears but She ignores them and in fact another little smile begins to show on Her face. I again quickly look down and I am in shock as I look at the lace trimmed waistband of the white tights up around my waist, the white panties underneath, and my now smooth and flat crotch. Mommy now takes out of a second bag. ”As we were about to eat, my grandparents came home. I felt like God was on my side. My mom cooked breakfast for them also, and we sat at the dining table.My mom was beside me, and my grandparents sat on the other side. As we are about to eat, my eyes noticed my mom’s sweaty navel in her blue saree. I started staring at it.My grandfather noticed me looking at my mom and said, “Look likes, he finally likes you as his mother.” My grandmother gave me a smile. I also gave a smile while they were. And he had given her something hadn't he? She hadn't read his workwithout being affected and, in the end, wasn't that all any real writercould hope to achieve? That his or her words would communicate over timeand space. That they would live again in another's minds and emotions? Itwas a form of possession, even reincarnation, a resurrection, if only abrief one, borrowing another human being's mind and body to vicariouslyexperience once more what it is to be alive.The world wasn't ready for.