I awoke to the smell of bacon. Bacon! I mean, how luxurious was that!Jen had already prepared the bread and laid the table, so there wasn’t much for... me to do. I asked if I could help and she grabbed my hand and placed it underneath her long white shirt and told me to stroke her while she turned the bacon.My finger slipped in easily. I would say that she was almost as insatiable as Sarah, but then, the pleasures of the female flesh had been dormant a long time.We had to leave. Heaven forbid,. Me: Ok, mom.I was having a huge boner and I was hiding it from dad as much as possible. He was watching us. We entered the deep part of the waterfall. Where the water is deep and due to splash as waterfall hits in rocks it looks like it’s raining.Me: Help me to swim.Mom: Ok.I grabbed my mom’s boob from the back and started to squeeze it. And mom started to moan. Mom turned around and hugged me. Dad was looking but it was a normal mom son hugging for him. But not for us. I slowly removed mom’s. She said, “I’m going shopping this evening. Come with me.”When we returned, I asked her who she worked for. The family lived between Mumbai and Dubai and couldn’t return. That made me happy for a while. The next morning when I was going to the terrace for my walk, I heard her arguing with someone in Bengali.As I was getting into the lift, a man stormed out of the house with a bag. I asked her if everything was ok. She said her husband wanted her to go with him back to the village, but she. " Since this was her third strike she would be in county jail for at least 3 months, then spit back out on the street. As a nineteen year old community college drop-out, she had little to look forward to. Other than her long legs and pretty face, she had little redeeming qualities. She had been out on the street for too long, and had fucked too many people for not enough money. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the.