She offers me a glass of wine as she pours herself one... she sits in the middle of her living room floor and asks if i will rub a "knot out of my sho...ulders." "love to" I tell her.... I start with my thumbs and fingers around her ears, on her skull with my thumbs at the base of her skull right at the neck... I work my way down her shoulders.. as I work her shoulders.. i push the straps to the side as i go.. When they hit that point.. her dress falls to the floor.... The breath leaves my lungs... Fir bhi tera man nahi manta to pahele yeh socho ki me aurat hu, teri maa nahi.Wese me bhi mom ko pasand karta tha lekin aesa kabhi socha nahi tha ki mere aur mom ke bich sex ho. Mom ka proposal sunkar me mana bhi nahi karna chahta tha lekin guilty bhi mehsoos kar raha tha. Fir bhi mene mom ko ek raasta bataaya taaki ham eek dusro ko guilty feel na ho.Me: Mom, Ek raasta he, agar hum sath me rehna he to. Taaki hume guilty feel na ho.Mom: Bataav…Me: Hume shadi kar leni chahiye. Wese hume is city. It was nothing major but we both enjoyed it. Beth and I were over visiting their parents one bright sunny weekend afternoon, planning to spend theday there and then go out to dinner. As evening drew closer she comes and informs me that her parents have invited to have dinner with them. Not wanting to be rude I said it was cool with me and so she returned to them to tell them the news.There were still a couple hours remaining until we ate so I lounged around, not doing much, while she was. Das, was bei sowas immer etwas nervt, sind die kreischenden Mütter, aber sein Kollege Florian hat ihr ihr Arabermaul einfach mit seinem fetten Schwanz gestopft, schon war Ruhe im Schach. Schnell steht sein Schwanz wieder zuckend in der Nacht, doch plötzlich wird er in seinen Träumen unterbrochen: Es klingelt an der Tür. So eine Scheiße, denkt er. Er weiß, wer das ist -- sie haben es ihm ja per Mail angekündigt: Noch ein Bus voller stinkender Asylanten, frisch aus Italien, wo sie mit irgendeinem.