Her house was the flophouse where they all gathered. Her son liked having parties. Natasha liked keeping an eye on her son.During the summer, her son ...had so much laundry. He must have changed his clothes every hour. She couldn’t understand why he had so much wash. While she was doing the laundry, she couldn’t help noticing that her son’s underwear was ripped in the same spot on every single pair.She went a step further and looked at his pants. There was that rip again. It was always in the. Maa kehne lagi ye aap ne kya kar diyaa. Maine apne pati ko dhokha de diya kahi mai pregnent ho gayi toh; mera pati mar daalega hame. Maa ki nazar boor pe gayi toh maa ne jaldi se cotton nikal di. Lekin sara sperm andar ja chuka tha. Phir Rakesh ne maa ko samjhaya aur kha Sarita hum tumse shadi krenge aur tumhre bete ko apna nam denge. Tum apni pati ko talaak de do. Mai tumhe bahot khush rakkhuga sab khuch dunga jo tumhare pati ki aukat nahi dene ki. Maa ne socha aur maa maan gayii. Phr maa ne. Furthermore, it was so tight as to appear that Edel had been poured into it, rewarding the careful observer with a clear outline of her panties and nipples.After checking out her appearance in the mirror, Edel smiled to herself and grabbed her handbag before heading out of the door to catch a cab to the prom which was being held at a hotel in the heart of the city."Oh damn!" Edel thought as she hopped out of the cab and walked as quickly as her tight dress would permit towards the seedy hotel. I knew she wanted to believe I was innocent, and I had a feeling I had succeeding in convincing her. Mum walked up and gave me a hug before carrying the camping mattress out to the garage. My mum's hug was awkward. That must have been the first time she had hugged me in nine or ten years. Throughout my childhood my mum had always been nice. She never screamed or hit me like other mums do, but unlike other mums I had trouble talking to her. I was always afraid that if I opened up she might not.