Considering how little effort she put into how she looked, she sort of did forget. A baggy hoodie with a pair of old jeans. She previously had a pair ...f old tennis shoes on but comfort ordered her to take them about two hours ago. She didn't dress like this when she worked for the Senior's Medical Office, but that's because she wasn't allowed. She had a small box of professional clothes that she was planning on burning later.Amelia shrugged. “I don't know. It's comfortable. It didn't really. Then i put my hand inside my trousers and pulled my underwear down. Then i slowly took my hard swollen foot long cock out and took my mothers hand and placed it on my cock and said ” le mera lund pakar.” the feel of my mothers hand on my cock was driving me nuts.i then slowly started undressing my mother. I held both the corners of her kameez and lifted them she lifted her arms and i pulled her kameez over her head. Now she was standing in front of me in her bra and salwar. I put my hand over. At twenty, she was shaking and looking back at me with desperation in her eyes. “Have you learned your lesson? Can you see how much trouble you would be in if I did not care for you?” I asked. “Yes Sir, I see how careless I have been.” “Good” I said. “Sir?” “Yes?” “Please use me.” She rotated her ass in the air. “Use you?” “Yes, use me Sir. Claim me for the bad little slut I am. Make me never want to leave you Master. I know how lucky I am now to have you claim me, and I want to give all of. They talk a lot about Black Studies, but they don't have too much that's any good, really. The books are too onesided, whichever side they're written from. I don't... didn't have to study very hard to get good grades. I can remember what happened in High School, and even after that. It just isn't as clear as my earlier memories, yet." What else do you remember about when you were a teenager?"She smiled, remembering, and he thought to himself that the little girl of a few nights ago had grown up.