Mera dost bahar aaya meri taraf dekha aur bola yarr teri mummy toh bahut hi garam hai maza aa gya. Maine use pucha ki ab kya karna hai usne kaha ab ma...i teri mummy ki gand marunga maine kaha par tu toh ek bar jhad chuka hai mere dost ne kaha tu dekhta jaa aaj toh puri rat mai teri mummy ki gand marunga.ye kah kar vo aandar chala gya meri mummy vahi bed par leti hui thi mera dost gya usne meri mummy ko baitha diya meri mummy se baitha nahi jaa raha tha mere dost ne meri mummy ke bal pakad liye. But it’s not going to happen and you know why.’ ‘Oooh Buck. Now I know you really care. You’ve made my day.’ ‘Fucking women,’ Buck grumbled as he left the building. Before going to the dealership to sign papers and read reports and to tour around saying hi to people, Buck called in to a coffee shop. He turned from the counter and saw someone waving at a table. He identified the waver as Guardian newspaper’s civic affairs reporter Rosemary Dell. He bent over to kiss her cheek but she turned to. Hope? Our parents raged with hateful words. Our skins, cultures and religions were all offended by our association. We fled the storm to marry in secret. Now our children are spoilt with too many festivals, wrapped in grandparents’ love. Together the families defy their narrow-minded neighbours. If only it were true. 11. Memories Fifty years ago today we were married in our village church. Today the church is surrounded by housing estates, lost in a maze of bricks. Our love is just as strong. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, fuck oh fuck, yeah, play with my cock," then Jason opened his eyes and in the darkened room he suddenly realized that it wasn't his girlfriend Janet jacking his hard dick, but it was his own mother Beverly who was in bed with him and playing with his horny young dick to get him harder than hell."Ohhhhhhhhhh, Mom, I was dreaming about me and Janet and when you started diddling with my cock, I thought Janet was going to make love with me." No, baby," Beverly.