“Good for you, sir. Goodnight. I have to wait now for Frances to get back with Sidra, from wherever they made the call. Bye.”Reg resumed his pacin...g, but this time there was no worry; merely anxious for Frances and Sidra to be home safe with him. He felt his responsibility for them, keenly. It was only now that his mind came to the realisation that as a husband, he had accepted far more than the love of these girls. He had accepted responsibility for their welfare and well-being: looking after. I shouldn’t have said what I said.” There was regret in her voice, and I knew my sister enough to know she wasn’t pretending.Tears rolled out my eyes. And, they flowed in a steady stream. “I am sorry too, Sneha. I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. But I did not know what to do. I just saw you in an intimate moment with Aman! Your own son!” I was sobbing now.“I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but I know it’s something no one would accept. I thought you knew that. I felt like….” No more. InsteadI said "Mama! Mama! Googoo!" But mummy just laughed. Then mummy coveredme with a woolly blanket, and pushed me out of the house in my pram.Mummy took me to the park. From inside the pram I could only see mummyand the sky and the tops of the trees going by. Then mummy stoppedpushing. "Look, Beverly," she said, "here's auntie Maureen, coming to seeyou."Auntie Maureen was one of mummy's friends. She was also the mummy ofNicky and Ronnie, two of the boys in my class at school. When I was. She was afraid that the sound of the car engine would alert her parents. Instead, the horny youngster ran the distance to the stables and to the stallion. The moon was climbing high in the sky, lighting every step of her feverish, lust-filled run.Micki arrived at Midnight's stall, breathless and flushed and panting."Oh, Midnight... I... I made it," she panted harshly, trying to catch her breath.The long run from her house had turned her on more and she felt her little pussy growing wetter and.