. One day when i was getting my breakfast to got my college, my uncle came to our house, usually he doesn’t visit on mornings. We were sitting at th...e dining table, my mom was wearing a blouse a kind of skirt and a towel, if she is this dress and somebody comes to home, she will change to saree before meeting them.. I was wondering why she didn’t changed her clothes.. Me and my uncle were chatting something and she went to bedroom, i thought she went to change the dress, to my amazement her. I was early and...and you...." my face gets even redder, voice louder as i start to loose my temper "why did you do it!" i ball my hands into fists by my side "am i not good enough for you anymore!? or is it a thrill thing!?"Naomi says:I bite my bottom lip hard as you get to your feet and glare down at me. "Baby" I say softly "Please just listen to me." I slowly get up off the lounge and to my feet standing infront of you as I make eye contact... my heart is racing as I see the anger in your. " Look at me? Why?" Well, the gashes on your arm, for one."Steffani moved her head to where she could see the arm that had been thrust into the glass monster. It did look bad; but there was all. "He must've stopped the bleeding. I hope he knows about sterilization, too." He? Some volunteer? Is he off helping others?" I don't think he's really into helping others," Steffani said, trying to sit up."Don't move! Let the doctor examine you!"Steffani ignored her mother's advice, "I think, as a. The shape, the size, the elasticity, but most of all the scent! She moaned as she inserted a second finger inside her wetness. I shifted my position to make more room for my swollen manhood, and to gain a better view. I saw her stretch out on the wooden seat, legs splayed, one hand inside her now open blouse, playing with her bra-less breast, the other plunging mercilessly in and out of her soaking wet womanhood. I knew that I needed to put a stop to this sacrilegious showcase, but I did not. I.