I could tell she was not pleased with my sitting on the bed, so I hastened to move onto one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs with the silly spindle ...backs that looked like they had been retrieved from a desolate landfill. None of the chairs matched and the table was covered with a tattered cloth to hide the many scars.Hyacinth handed me a small leather case filled with low denomination bills and told me, “Only cash and try to use stores without cameras, Mister Patel.”I smiled because it was. ”I moved down her body and lay between her legs. Her pubic hair was almost as black as Sasha’s, but it was curly and trimmed to a wide strip. I noticed a slight bit of hair between the top of her pubic hair and her belly button. I hadn’t noticed that before when we were just walking around or hanging out.“Tasha, may I ask a question?”“Sure.”“You didn’t think that we were going to be doing this, did you?”“Why do you ask?”“I just noticed something that I had not seen before.”“I know what it is,”. I had a few steady clients, but there just wasn't that much need for a full-time bookkeeper, except at tax time, and I learned to budget our feast months' income so that there would be some money left over saved for the lean ones. There were too many nights when I just didn't eat at all so Olivia could be assured of having something for her next day's breakfast and lunch when not in school.The only thing that saved my dear daughter from a childhood of near malnutrition was that The Church. Perfect hour glass figure with nice hips and a great ass, long shapely legs, her stomach and thighs weren't void of fat but she wasn't chubby. I like a woman with meat on her bones. Then I groaned, this is my fucking mom, what am I doing? Right when I was going to pull away, her head turned toward me and her mouth fell open, giving me a crazy sick idea. -More sick than sucking your mother to climax?- A voice in the back of my head asked. My hands were shaking with nervousness as I pulled.