. Usme se doodh nikal raha tha.. Ek chote bachhe ki tarah uske garam doodh ko pee raha tha woh aahe le rahi thi “aaaaaaahhhhhhhh uuuuuummmmaaaahhhha...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, piyooooooohhhhh maaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh saaaaaaraaaaahhhhhhhh doooooooohhhhdhhhhhh lehhhhhhhh looooooaaaaahhhhh….” Main uske mumme ko nichod ne laga…poora lal ho raha tha.. Phir dheere niche chumne shuru kiya.. Uske pet, nabhi(navel) ko bahut chuuma.. Kaata… woh aur zor se uth padi .. “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…” phir uske. My mother started licking their tongue. Then they took my mother's breasts into their hands, pressed it, kissed it, licked it and drank the milk. Then each of them kissed and licked my mother's pussy by turns by the time my mother's pussy started becoming wet. Then they rubbed the pussy with their hands and started to enter their fingers into my mother's vagina. My mother started screaming loudly ah fuck me. Then one of the two men entered his dick into my mother's vagina. She took another. He guided me like his own child and I respect him a lot.Manisha and Monika both grew up here. The values and culture that they adopted were mixtures of both Indian and Aussie. They both are high school graduates now working and earning on their own. Even Mami used to work and earn for herself. Altogether it was a terrific self-dependent family.One fine day I was busy on my own and Mama called me to invite for a casual weekend fun time. I happily accepted and went over. We all settled down for a. We had to put in more and more wells and run small irrigation ditches to the crops. These ditches were in the way of our largest gang-plows, but we made do. Windmills began to dot the landscape as wells and reservoir tanks were put in. We didn't look like my memories of the English countryside, but we were just as productive!Then the vandalism started. Windmills and tanks were damaged. We assumed that this was more harassment from the KKK, but there was no way to prove it; not much could be.