Funny I guess, but I am older than my mother-in-law, though yes: I call her Mae (mother) – only 2 years mind! My wife and sister-in-law, Nui, both w...orked every day; Mae had recently resigned after a dispute at her hospital, and I had been retrenched – but comfortable enough on my savings and superannuation to live well and support the family.One morning a few months back I woke with a crinked neck when my wife pecked my cheek ‘bye’ as she and Nui headed off to work; I couldn’t relax, so after. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t--” I moaned, rolling to the side as little slivers jabbed through my insides. The red glow thickened, spilling into the room. Darien turned, looking up at the blobs and shielding his eyes. “Fuck.” Another wave of imaginary knives assaulted me. Then vanished. When I blinked the tears from my eyes, Darien was standing in front of me. His skin beamed, fighting off the red glare. Past him, the blobs sharpened into faces and bodies without eyes or tongues, blurry at the. She explained to me and sat at her sofa she went inside her room and came back after 20 mins so i asked her what happened she told nothing just had to do some work. I studied and went back home normal at night while i was sleeping i got flashbacks of her cleavage so i got up and saw that my cock was hard like rock. That night i wasn’t able to sleep.Next day was my last exam i wrote my exam nicely and was coming back home when i saw her with another guy on the back of a bike so i thought that. His arms lock around my waist and hold me in place.The woman pulls me up. I gasp for breath, the taste and smell of soap much stronger now.I can feel my hair wet against my head, ruffled at the back where she seized it, and slick at the front and sides. The little curtains are stuck to my cheeks, and my long fringe is in my eyes. It is low enough in its soaked state for me to be distantly proud of how straight it still is.My sweet bob. It is still beautiful, because all wet hair is beautiful..