All of my furniture is hand me downs from my family and friends. I hope to save some money so eventually I can buy all new things and decorate the wh...ole house to be my dream home. At first sleeping in the old house was a little unpleasant, with all the creaking noises and windy drafts. Getting use to the strange bumps in the night took a great deal of faith. I had to constantly remind myself that it was an old home and that it’s normal to have creaky floors or even an occasional swinging. On the Saturday afternoon we decided to hire a couple of bikes to take in some of the local scenery. I hadn’t exactly packed for cycling but it didn’t matter. We arrived at the cycle hire place, me, dresses in a skimpy vest top to maximise the amount of sun I was getting, a short skirt and, unusually for me, I decided I had better put some underwear on and opted for a little white thong. It was a young lad that dealt with us, sorting us out with the correct size bikes and a map of the. My story began at the point of my parents' divorce. After the divorce my father resigned from the diplomatic service and the military and moved back to the States. My mom stayed on. We had to give up our bigger apartment and were assigned to a smaller unit with two bedrooms. Mom and I shared the master's bedroom. She needed the smaller room as her study where she also kept her big safe. Only we and the tenants next door had eccess to the small roof-top garden. One of mom's favourite pastimes. ”Aaahhhhhh” the room vibrates with her screams “baassssss bassssssss nikalllllllllloooooooooo”. Pushing herself deeper in the pillow and her hands gripping the bed sheets almost tearing it. Her struggle and my force lodges 2 inches of cock in her ass. Her virgin ass stretched wide as she pleads “naaaahiiiiii baassssss saaaabbbbbbbbbbb” crying in the pillow “nikkallo saaabb bahuth dard ho raha hai”Holding her ass I slip my hand under her to feel her pussy and start playing with her clit, rolling.