When I grabbed it and started stroking it there is no doubt it was a real diamond cutter. Then I looked at the photos of young Pamela and that was it...!It was like my arsehole was trying to suck in air or maybe even the sheets. The whole of the area around my arse, balls and cock were on fire but it was the most lovely pain and fire I have ever felt. The feeling spread outwards through my body and up to my brain which by then was frying. This indescribable feeling was just wracking through my. Err... could maybe feel your butt cheeks under your skirt... w-would you be ok with that?"She looked back at me for a moment and said in a slightly stern tone, "Yes, if it helps get this over with quicker, but don't crease up my skirt."The hem of mom's skirt was just above her knee and about level with me as I lay on the bed. I moved my left hand off her ass and ever so slowly slid it under the hem of her skirt, next to her right leg, which was nearest to me, and slid my hand up along her. I quietly apologised and sat on my bed. After an hour she came towards me and apologized for slapping me. I asked her again if she was ready for sex. She looked at me angrily and said NO. She said,”I am married and have a child. You are young and have your whole life. Don’t waste it.” Saying so she kissed on my cheeks and left. I asked her not to tell about it to anyone. She agreed. Weeks by weeks passed and I used to stare at Sarita. She would notice me and give a naughty smile. I again could. Abba ee vedhava vana okati ani thittukuntu bag lonchi towel thsukuni thala thuduchukundi thuchukuntu chethulu vennaki pettukundi anhe ame sollu b aitaki viragabadday appudu a,e sollu saraina shape chusanu avi kona muchikalu kaligi kcone chape lo unnayi kani balisi pisikadaniki manchi vaisalyam kuda unnayi vatini chusthu unte naku sollu karipoyindi oka rakam .Jacket unde intha andanm ga unte ika a jacket thesetha aha ani anukunte.Em chesthunnnav avthalaki vellu andi kopam ga.A sollu kallalone.