..we will see to that tomorrow and told me to move out Mistress instead stayed behind and seemed to like what was told ........The morrow i was placed... in front holding the banner and with a sash saying Coming Out across my chest....everything was moving along nicely at the parade till we arrived on San fransisco bridge...as soon as we started walking on the bridge I was called apart near Mistress, the tv crews and photografers were there too and than the anchorwoman began talking about me being. You watch has his hand disappears beneath her skirt. She moves her hips forward on the chair so he can access her pussy easier. You can’t see all but you know his fingers are in her tight wet pussy, moving back and forth teasing her. You look at her face and she now looks straight at you – you both look deeply into each other eyes instantly knowing what the other is thinking. You get up now knowing the time has come. You walk towards the door knowing she will follow shortly. You walk across the. I said, ‘but mom, papa?’ she said, ‘forget about your papa. He is always away from here, only after making money. I am left high and dry. Please touch me, my lad’. Saying so, she took my hands in her own and rested them on her breasts. I delicately pressed her breasts. At this age also, they were firm. Mom encouraged me to go ahead. I took her nipples in my fingers and pressed them hard. Mom moaned, ‘oooooch! Don’t be so harsh, mahesh. Take it easy’. Now i was kneading her nipples and pressing. “Why are you crying sweetheart,” he whispered his deep voice cracking a little, “You must have had some idea that I have been in love with you for a long time.”Linda shivered, unable to say anything, her tears now flowing like a tiny waterfall and her throat tightened and her mouth dry making it a little difficult to breath. She was at this point unable to control her tears, and didn’t actually care that she was crying as hard as she was. The man loved her and that was all she cared about..