Some still treated me like the teenage kid who moved in years ago. One of them even tried making out with me but of course, we couldn’t do it with e...erybody around. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy.My mom was carefully observing my behaviour standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from the crowd. She called me inside and asked me to clean up. By the time I was done, my wife had dressed up for a girls meet up a couple of blocks away and had left. My mom was. Space for plenty more.Number four was harder. Don used a longer swing to make number five harder still. He paused and told Becky she could have a break after number six. This one was a real stinger, delivered with full force, landing just at the top of her thighs. Becky immediately jumped up putting both hands to her welted bottom. Her face was red and she had tears in her eyes. Could this really be worth the money?Don gave her a few moments to compose herself before telling her to take her bra. Her face was red and tears were on her cheeks. She straightened back up and got back into position. "Do it again," she said quietly.She straightened back up and spread her legs farther apart. I backed most of the way out and stabbed her g spot again."Yes!" this sweet blond squealed again. "Fuck me," she squealed out in between trying to catch her breath. "Don't stop until I tell you." I just kept ramming her pussy, not fast, but pounding her g spot hard each time. "Make me sore!" she yelled. I. Such a common name!Mona: I know! And, I am not expecting you to find out who he is, anyway. So. Just relax. Lol!Ayan: Haha. Yes! But, still.Mona: Why are you so bothered! Wait. I think she did send me his Facebook ID.Ayan: Waiting.Mona: Don’t worry. I have not been talking to him. And nor has Diana! Lol!Ayan: Mom! Please.Mona: Hahaha! So, yeah. His name is Deepesh K Acharya. That is his full name. Lol! As if it is going to make a difference. You don’t know him, Ayan!Ayan: Whoaaa! Hold on..