I wore my formal pants and a white full-sleeved shirt and waited for Mom’s call exactly at 9 pm Mom called me out from her room, she asked me to go ...to the living room. I was surprised to see.She had arranged things for our mini-wedding in front of the short wooden stool meant for the two to sit in Pooja room for praying, there was a brass plate belonging to Pooja room. Mom’s mangal-sutra was kept in the brass plate along with coconut and areca nut and areca and leaves. There was a decorated. She replied that she has no mood to go to college as she has some quarrel between her husband in the morning.I asked her “shall I come to your home now?”She replied “ sure dear, that will be a relief “I went to her home and she greeted me in. We sat on the couch, her face was so dull and eyes filled with tears. To cheer her up I brought some different topic but she was so depressed and not responding well.I asked why are you living with that cruel men. She said “ I’m don’t want to hurt and. Sometimes longer if they saw me giving my cock and balls a good lathering up, which always made me instinctively reward their admiration with a few soapy strokes of my dick before their gaze moved on. There wasn't much showering with others after boot camp, but barracks life had ways of making up for it. Like when the boys got drunk and bet on the biggest dick. We'd whip our soft dicks out and try to measure, but ultimately one of us would claim only a hard cock could be measured fairly and. Even after everything she had gone through, there was a part of Kate that still felt that everyone was treating her unfairly about all of this. We ignored her comment and simply pushed ourselves into her room."Kate, Clara and I want to fool around together a little. We want to use your room in case mom comes home early. We think it would seem natural to mom if you and Clara were in here studying and I had just come in to help you with a school homework problem. Do you mind?" I do mind, Larry..