Chambers' face, that I couldn't identify."What I don't like about fashion is the way it practically requires you to sign away your life," I said. "It'...s not just about interesting clothes anymore, it's practically a religion. I think it's stupid that some people try to define themselves by what they wear and how new and expensive it is. I don't want to get into that." Mmm-hmm," said Mrs. Chambers, nodding her head with that same unreadable expression on her face; and I wondered if I had just. ....not a peep do u understand?" frozen in fear she nodded."who else is in the house?" I asked"nobody, my mother works the night shift" she said. I stood up and closed the front door before someone saw what was happening.I couldn't belive I was actually doing this. I had this girl pinned on her own living room floor at gunpoint! she was wearing an old high school gym class t-shirt and some silky pajama pants."get the fuck up bitch and get your ass in the room" I said, still pointing the gun at. I could hear his arm moving around inside her, a sticky wet and mushy sound. I nearly collapsed with shock. This boy had his entire forearm inside my dear old mum! My pretty, housewife-mum was being fisted and molested by two thugs and I wanted to know why, but at the same time I was so incredibly horny. So much, that I needed to cum, and I wanted to cum inside her. Hell, I would even have fucked these boys to get to her. I needed those delicious breasts more than anything…Even though I wanted. Sanchita did engineering in Chennai and was working in Chennai for a year. Three months before I joined the company Shanchita got transferred to Delhi and was 1 year senior to me at office. She was also staying in the same guest house. Since that was my first time in North India I had no knowledge of Hindi and was frustrated with roti and dhal. She understood my problem and started helping me out – we traveled together to office, post dinner we used to stroll in the streets and weekends she.