Quiet as a mouse. Her legs were crossed and her laptop was staring at her, urging her to go online.She’d been away for a long time. She thought she ...had met “the one” who she could spend the rest of her life with. It turned out that it only showed her that she was much better off on her own. She didn’t need anybody, just her family and friends. She had a roof over her head, a decent paid job, and she had been lucky enough to travel a lot within the last couple years of her life, and she had. She did not see any sign of life in the area. Atia started walking, naked, down the narrow street. Finally the headlights from a car hit her. An older sedan came driving down the dark narrow street. At first Atia covered her tits and crotch with her arms and hands but soon decided to wave her arms to get the driver to stop. The car stopped and Atia told the young black man who was in the car that she had just been raped and asked him for his help. He told her to get in. As she did she. The sound of fabric as she removed them off her waist gave him a hard on, as he stood admiring his mother’s plump belly and her deep navel. Jeya let her saree drop to the floor. She was dressed only in her blouse and petticoat before her son.Next, unhooked the buttons of her blouse one by one. Jegan could feel a tingly little air rush from his liver up to his throat. When she undid her blouse, in a slow motion she opened her blouse across to show her son her naked breasts. She heard Jegan gasp. I tried my best not to laugh at any of this and I felt a slight sensation of cool and calm going through my body. After breakfast, I said goodbye to both my mom and Linda and went on to meet some friends. We went out for coffee and even they told me, that I was particularly calm and relaxed today. When I returned home my mom and Linda had already had dinner, thus I went to the kitchen to reheat some of the leftovers. Without me noticing, Linda entered the kitchen and started talking to me. She.