Durga madam teach these bitches a lesson.” she slapped both mother and daughter.“Stop! I am sorry sir! Mujhe maaf kar do!” she begged forgivenes....“Arey no need of calling me sir. I too am your son. Call me by my name, ayushman”“I never believed my son was a rapist and daughter such a bitch. It is all my fault.” and she started crying.“Madam please dont cry. But I must say ravi has done horrible things in the past for which he should pay. Anyway forget about that asshole. Think of me, your other. Please don’t come down now, I tried to force a mental command upstairs into my father’s brain. Don’t ruin this for me.Mom’s hand, filled with bunched skirt, moved upward, slowly revealing legs not yet tanned by the spring sun. It stopped where her thighs started to thicken and, even at this distance, I imagined I could see tiny blondish hairs swaying over the tender skin there.“Higher,” I croaked, my voice climbing an octave and ending in a squeak.Incredibly, Mom’s dress resumed its rise. An. More

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