Now i do not want to vast your time, so i will tell you only about my real journey , befor that let me explain about my mother, my mother name is shah...in, age 42, she is same look like film actress jaya prada, little fat wide tip house wife,…… Real story start in hindi…….Whoh din sham ke kariban 6 baje me aur meri mummy nasik highway pe pune jane ke liye bus ke liye wait kar rahe they, humne kisi bus ki ticket nahi lee thi, kyu ki nasik high way se yuhi bus mil jati hey, Whoh din pata nahi ek. "Your government would not allow you to kill me," he said. "It's the beauty of due process and your bill of rights." Then you are a citizen of the United States?" I asked. "Because if you are not, those right and protections are not guaranteed to you." I looked at the hooded figure and said, "Even if you are, I don't give a shit. See the beauty of this job is we tell the people we are homeland security and give them a phony piece of paper to sign and they never report what happened to anyone.. She had never been overtly flirtatious, nor had I. But, on this occasion, she did want me to read the journal entries she had made since she had been my patient. In one of those entries, she had written that she missed having sex with her husband, who she referred to as ‘Michael’ - not ‘Mike’ but, ‘Michael,? which I though was sort’a stiff. She noted that he only seemed to want her on the rarest of occasions, and then only to relieve his pent up cum supply. She felt like she was his cum dump. " You say to her. You move to unlock her wrists and send her to the kitchen to fetch you both some water as you relax after your much needed orgasm.She returns after a moment with two bottles of water. You both drink them greedily. "Join me in the shower little one." You say. She follows you to the bathroom and turns on the water, fixing it to the perfect temperature. She slowly and sensually begins to rub you down with the soap, caressing your body as it becomes covered in the smooth, sweet.