Mummy ab kuch na bol saki aor sharmate hue nitin ki good mai beth gayi. Ek bar phir gadi ke break lage to jhatke ke karn mummy aage ki aor giri per ni...tin ne mummy ko pakd liya. Ab nitin ne mummy ko unke pet se pakd ke rakha taki mummy vapas nag ire mummy ne phele to hath hatane ki koshish ki per bad mai unhone hath nahi htaya. Mummy humesha sari phenti thi, to nitin ne sari ka phayda uthae hue, apne hath mummy ke boobs tak phucha diye aor boobs maslne laga mummy ne hath Hatne ki koshish ki per. Two years later she actually told me, in her best Im-a-big-girl performance, that she didnt care that mommy was dead because mommy wasnt a good person and never took care of herself. I nearly lost it. I guess I managed to do my fatherly duty. She never went without anything and knew I loved and cared for her. She was always in the know about things when her age and bodily changes cam about. I even went as far as to have the birds and bees talk when she began having her period. I wasnt. Mystockings and heels were pink (with 6 or 7 inch heels!), and Mommy'swere black, and she wasn't wearing panties!The very tight corset pushed some flesh up, giving me the illusion oftiny breasts, but the effect on Mommy's small but beautiful breasts was,to say the least, breathtaking! I wanted to suckle on those delicate,sweet mounds thrust forward so brazenly. I wanted to kiss and suck onthose hard, delicious nipples, to do so for hours and hours, but Icouldn't. I was perched on heels so. Why are you so tired? I had been expecting a call from you last night, but you never called. Are you OK?”Now fully awake, I needed to explain, but not over the phone, so I asked her to come over if she could.About fifteen minutes later, I greeted her at the door, brought her to my room, and had the discussion, fully expecting a slap or a fist on the face or in the gut.Once I was finished, Mary, (who had likely been listening at the door), walked in and they hugged each other.Again, I was.