In the last story, my hopeless sex turn into something else in this story. Jaise ki aap jante hoge ki last time mujhe sangeeta mami ke ghar se bhaagna...para wo bhi hamare sex karne ke dauraan, yaar oos samay kismat pe gussa to bahut aaya lekin iss baat ka yakin ho gya ki mauka ab to milta hi rahega.Next day mai sangeeta mami se milne gaya, aur pucha ki kaun tha oos samay to pata chala ki mamaji aaye hue the, maine mami se kaha kya ab hum adhura kaam pura kr sakte hai? Mami ne apni eyes ko aur. "Tell you what," I said with out moving my head, "from now on you're always going to cut my hair like this." Oh yeah," she said with a giggle, "in your dreams." No, I'm serious," I said.A few weeks later she offered to cut my hair again and I agreed but only if she took her top and bra off first; after a few giggles she did. After that she would take her top off with out being told and I would sit there in heaven while she trimmed me.After about the forth or five time she had cut my hair we. I worked for my uncle, but I took my work seriously. I did usually go out on Friday night and I often escorted Mom to a play or concert on Sunday.We were sitting down to dinner when the phone rang. "May I speak to Mr. Aaron Baker, please?" Yes, this is he." This is Sally, the nurse traveling with Mrs. Baker. We have arrived in Seattle. You may expect our arrival at the Quad City terminal about one a.m. tomorrow morning. We would expect you will have an ambulance at our disposal. Mrs. Baker is. Today she was wearing a black bra with lace it matched her stockings perfectly. As she got closer she unfastened the bra and it fell away from her beautiful spheres.When she got to me she grabbed my head and slammed it into her breast. I now thought of what I was doing as milking her. If only this could go on for a long time but I knew it would soon stop.As I milked her she once again grabbed my hand and slid it under her skirt.“Something else needs your attention when you finish, so hurry.