“Who is that handsome man” a slightly drunk voice comes from the kitchen door. “Is that my little Robbie” I know the voice without having to turn around. It’s moms friend Mrs. Harper or Diane. “Hi Mrs. Harper” I say turning around to face her. They’ve clearly had a few wines as she sways her way over to me, wrapping me in a hug. “It’s actually Ms. Baker again now. Caught that bastard cheating on me with the babysitter and his secretary, oh and our friend Amanda” She tells me still holding me in a tight hug. “Not at the same time mind” she laughs. “Mmm you’ve grown so indian big and strong” still holding me. “Eh thanks” it’s getting a little awkward. Her big chest pressing against me, she is breathing heavily on my neck and it’s sending tingles down below. “I’m sorry about Kelsey!” She pulls away still holding my arms. I curse my mom inwardly for telling her friends but I simply smile and nod my appreciation. “You’ll be ok though. A big young handsome man like you will have no trouble with the girls” she says as she cups my face. Her bluey green eyes trying to focus on my face. “You could say that” I joke. “Diane!!” My mom’s voice comes from the other room. “Where’s that wine?” “Just coming” she calls back. “I’m just catching up with my favorite man!” boob “I have to go sweetie” she sounds sad. She leans forward and gives me a tender kiss on Bhabhi the cheek before grabbing a fresh bottle and heading back to join the others. I watch her as she leaves. Her tight skirt works wonders for her ass. I watch it bounce as she leaves the room. ‘Fuck’ I say to myself. I give myself a shake before heading back up to my room. A few hours have passed, it was after eleven when there’s a knock at the door and a head pops in. It’s Diane. “Hi there Handsome!” She says as she enters my room and closes show the door. “Eh Ms. Baker what are you doing?” I romance sit up south on my bed. “Please call me Diane” she makes her way over to my bed. She is drunker than earlier but doesn’t appear wasted. She is only wearing a long night dress; it barely comes past her ass and her tits are spilling out. “But Diane...” her finger presses against my lips. “Sshhhh” She whispers. “I’ve been thinking of you all night and how we can help each other. I noticed she did not say indian Master or Mistress. I'd like to introduce you to Trilltana Axor, your mother." Please be there no later than ten o’clock. She turned and left as I stood there not knowing what the hell to do next. She stopped and flicked her hair, almost striking a model pose. Alan phoned David and told him we were welcome to visit anytime to Bhabhi see how she was coping and said she seemed content, and he would be keeping her for longer than the two weeks if it was agreeable. Frank knew that her lack of greeting wasn’t personal; she exhibited such behavior to everyone except her closest friends, who all fostered a romance similar appearance. "I enjoyed having you watch me, and I think you enjoyed it too." Dusk cuddled against me. She rubbed her face on mine, her cheek stained with my pussy juices. ‘Gorgeous fucking tits!’ he thought, still not believing his luck! And she seems to be restrained in some device – her limbs extend from her body unnaturally stiffly so she stands in an “X” shape, although from the close up camera work I cannot see what holds her. The plan was that Ethan would walk about boob 15 yards behind me carrying my clothes in the bag. She south pursed her lips for a moment before taking a drink, "On an off for about show a year I guess, brings in a little extra pocket money I guess." “Nothing more for the cabin,” I answered. “Would you like something?” She gulped in and whispered "My mom says that to make a baby he puts his penis in a girl's vagina and he slides it in and out until he is done and that's how she gets a baby in her tummy. Some might call it vanity, or conceit, she did not care. I agreed. “You ok too.