And not only that, but there was also alcohol on his breath and and panties in his pocket. He didn't care anymore. His mom was way too strict. His cav...alier attitude was mostly in part because he was drunk, but it didn't matter to his mother when he got home. The yelling didn't bother him much as he was too drunk and just thought she was being dumb.The poor woman was just a single mother, trying to cope with her rebellious 14 year old son who obviously thought that he knew everything, and not. And you need to go kiss your daughter and tell her you’re not mad at her. And you need to do it now!” She pointed towards the hallway.I stood up and stretched again, and then leaned down and kissed her. I went down the hallway and knocked on Riley’s door and let myself in. Riley was in bed but still awake and she rolled over to look at me. Boxie was lying on the bed with her. I went over to her and shooed him aside and bent down and hugged her. She started crying again, but I just said I was. I accepted and we cleaned up and drove to their home. If we weren’t having sex, our discussions often revolved around sex and he was delving deeper into my sexual past as we made our way to our destination. “So how freaky have you gotten in your life?” Anthony asked, while I let him drive my car and I finally got to relax and smoke. “You’ve seen it baby.” I said. “How much more freaky can a girl, who has fucked 50 men in one day, been triple penetrated, likes having all of her holes filled and. Hmmm.I knew I had made him like me, next was seducing him. That night, I again fingered myself, as the husband does nothing. I use to wear saree at home, and salwar kurta while jogging, I didn’t have anything special for jogging, so next day, to seduce him, I didn’t wear any bra inside, and had my top two buttons open. We met and started jogging, and while jogging my boobs were bouncing a lot then I thought, and I caught him staring at my boobs, so I started seducing him.Me: hmmm, mala mahit.