Chod mujhe, ball chuss mere. Kya lund hai tera. Namita, aj se main tere baap ki biwi, uski rakhail, teri sauteli maa, aur teri sasu maa bhi.(You wante... to see what a whore I am? C’mon fuck me harder, suck my boobs. From today I am your stepmom and mother-in-law both.)They both were fucking like rabbits in heat and shamelessly in front of me. I was also too turned on with the rubbing. I got up and started kissing, her and pressing her boobs.Sumit had woken up with his morning. He came out and. She blushed and her eyes went to ground.- I am not that k** anymore Michael. I had my share of disappointments and happiness. But still, I always wondered how big is your cock.The Earth stood still. My world stopped. The heart was on stand-by also. What was she saying to me????!! I must be dreaming. No way.- What? Can you repeat that?- Don't be that k** Michael. You dream about pussy. I dream about cock. Simple. Life is so simple.- Weeeeeell, I didn't know you could say these words. Wow.- I am. Don't tell me you didn't," she said, accusingly.She was right. I didn't try to argue with her. "I may have been wrong about that," I admitted.Trisha's mother's house was in the same neighborhood where Greg lived, but it was considerably larger and more impressive than the Dustin home. Becky took it all in, the marble covered entryway, the mahogany stairway railing, the vaulted ceilings and the chandeliers while I tried to get her attention. "Close your mouth," I whispered. "It's only a. I had a good mad on to begin with. When the poor guys carrying my wheelchair around slipped on the ice and dropped the thing I jarred in agony. I was pissed. I panted a few times trying to get a hold of myself.I realized that I wasn't cold anymore. I'd been curled over trying to protect myself from the wind. Now I relaxed and straightened up, working the cramp out of my lower back. It was damned strange, but I wasn't going to ask any questions that had answers I didn't want to hear.It was late.