"That sounded serious. We'd never had anything like that before -- afamily council?Sure enough, after I helped Mom clean up (it being my turn) we all... met inthe living room: Mom, Dad, our eighteen-year-old sister Tina, myself atfourteen, and our eleven-year-old brother Dick. I was most apprehensiveabout what this all meant, terrified at the prospect of major changes,wondering if divorce was in the picture.Unexpectedly, Dad turned toward Dick. "Young man, I am most disturbed tolearn that, not. When I opened my eyes, I saw the truck was packed, full of people sitting all around. My mom smiled at me, seeing me be uncomfortable next to some guys. Dirty, stinky people that gave me a feeling of them being homeless beggars.The sun had set by the time we got out of the city limits. It was getting dark inside. The driver switched on a dim light for us. Still, things were barely visible. But it didn’t matter as I could clearly see my mother. That’s all I cared about.The moment we left the. It turns out that Pat and Jared have shared passwords on Facebook too... which meant she knew. She sat there calmly. You could have cut the air with a butter knife. As a fellow woman, I could sense something big was about to happen. After a long, awkward silence she sternly asked what happened on Facebook that Friday night. Both Jared and I knew what she meant and that it was time to come clean. Really what could she do? Nothing had happened, just some drunken chatting and sexual innuendo. The. ” I laughed and said, “ma ma amar abar khide peyeche. Ami abar tomar guder raush khabo.” Mashima opend her legs and invited me to lick her pusy and said, “kha baba sona manik amar. Kha amar gud chete chuse jerakom paris gud kha. Jato paris amar gud chos. Amar gud anek theke keoo chuse deyenee. Tui ek kaj kar. Tui amar gud much de aar makeo tor banra chuste de.” As i started licking her pussy, “ami bhabchhi, tor songe ekta notun dhoroner choda try korbo. Ami bichhanar opore hamaguri diye thakbo..