" No. I'm awake," I said as Vicky giggled quietly next to me, giving my spent pecker another quick tug before letting it go.Mom turned the water off j...ust as Vicky tiptoed down the hall, leaving me standing there stunned once again with my dick dripping on the floor.The rest of the day, my head was in a daze. I kept picturing Mom rubbing her pussy in the mirror, but my brain added more details. Before long, it wasn't Mom washing herself. She was jabbing three fingers deep inside her cunt and. One day evening, sitting in my room and studying, I saw our servant Rambo is on some work in the courtyard back of kitchen and mother sitting nearby and washing some utensils. Rambo’s actual name is Ramu. I used to call Ramu bhayya as Rambo. He is not our full time servant but whenever there are some works in our home, he comes.He is a dark strongly built man with a steel body, that’s why I call him Rambo. He is aged around thirty. He and his family are our workers and known since child hood.. Fido came over to say hello and then returned to his crib. I told Emma that I’d already given a Fido a long exhausting walk, so he would probably settle down in his kennel on the balcony and sleep soundly. I told Emma to help herself to anything she wanted in the fridge, including the beer, I also said that if it was ok with her I would leave my latch key here, which meant that the only way I could get back in was if I buzzed Emma to let me in. I did this to make sure that she would not be. Her mid-length red hair was in pigtails, and she was wearing a pair of little patent leather Mary Jane's, a black and white plaid skirt, and a cute little white short sleeve button up, with all the buttons undone, and tied just under her perky little titties.That would have been more then enough, but to top it all off, she wore a pair of thigh high white stockings with little black ribbons around the top.'She's just beggin' to be fucked.' Ryan thought to himself, as she skipped over to the.