. I love you,” I told Mom now.“I love you, too ... Master, but please call me Vicky,” Mom reminded me.“Touche. Vicky ... I love you. We’ve d...ne it, haven’t we? We’re lovers now. Not the faithful kind, of course, but lovers nonetheless,” I declared, causing Mom to cry a little now.“What is it, Vicky?” I asked Mom now.“You’re the first man who’s ever loved me enough to really forgive me and give me a chance to atone. You’re also the first man who’s ever loved me enough to claim me for eternity,. One of the older girls had made that suggestion.All this time I had to listen to Mike banging mom and her screaming and moaning. It drove me nuts. I started working my way through the eighth grade boys trying to find one who could make me yell like that. My friend Crystal started calling me Slut Girl, I think affectionately. I suppose I was. What I was really looking for was a Mike.That's when everything changed. Like you probably have figured out, three guys into it, Mom wasn't suited to be. ’ This only served to spur Bree on, ‘Now you know how I felt lover,’ she replied before again kissing his sac. She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, licking it slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tongue on the smooth surface of his cock. She again circled the underside of his cock head, her tongue sliding along the bottom of the mushroom head. She raised her eyes to watch his reaction as she slid her tongue up over the head of his cock, the tip of her tongue running across his slit. Then I stopped her because she had ejaculated in my mouth. I told her to get up and clean her pussy and come. I too went to clean my mouth. After coming back I told her to hold my dick and give me pleasure.But till now she didn’t remove her saree nor did she open her blouse. Instead after going to washroom she closed both the buttons back again. I saw one scene in one of the web series about tearing the blouse. I got that opportunity. I held her and dragged her against the wall.I kissed her and.