Buh. Hah…” Her gibberish was wonderful. It made me feel good. Powerful. ​The way I deserved to feel as a male. As a breeder…Her little voice f...inally piped up, her leaves patting me on the back to get my attention.“Thank you. I… I really needed that, human…”“...Yeah,” I replied, a small smile on my face. “I guess I needed that too…”She giggled in response, nodding and making us both shudder by clenching down on my throbbing member again. “I’ll say… still hard. So hard…”She began moving her. My mother was in red saree and blows. Cha-cha kissed her lips and slowly his hand moved and he removed her pallu. He squeezed her boobs over the blouse. She was moaning . Cha-cha said “sorry darling sala aj kal time hi nahi milta warna tumhari jaisi chij to koi chodta hai kya ”. Then he pushed the blouse up without opening the hooks. My god I saw boobs of my own mother he was crushing them like mad and my mother she was enjoying it like hell. Then he moved his head slowly below kissed all over. Shenever considered any of that.Then there was a knock at the door and she went to open it. There wereofficers at the door holding official looking documents. She was takenand handcuffed. She was totally shocked when her rights were read toher. "You are under arrest for aggregated child sexual abuse. You havethe right to remain silent." She had no idea what they were talkingabout. She never abused a child.Nothing made any since until she was taken to the station and saw Alicethere, beeming with. She then laughed. I could hear the faint sound of her giggles from where I stood watching. She turned and sauntered, unsteadily back into the house.Marcel waited about sixty seconds and was on his feet heading to the door. I caught him just before he opened it, with a hand on his arm. He seemed surprised to see me.“We need to talk, Slick,” I said.“What’s your problem, man?” he asked harshly, no trace of a French accent in his voice, as he jerked his arm away from my grip.“Problem?” I asked, “No.