"Of course we couldn't ever publish them while you're still alive," she told me firmly."However, that brings up another issue which I've been dreading...discussing with you," she said, broaching a whole new topic."What do you want to discuss? The last time you started talking like this you told me I'd have to start producing bunches of babies. And what were we talking about? How I'm not going to be around forever?"She didn't say anything and just stared at me. I realized that was, in fact, the. Me: Do it, mom, I can’t resist more.My mom started giving a handjob while I’m sitting on the couch and kneel down and doing her job.Me: Mom, do it, fast mom.She increased her pace and I’m about to cumming. I cummed all over her handsome split on her neck to the blouse. While cumming, I pressed hard her right boob without my knowledge and release her.Mom: Why can’t you tell me, when you feel about to cum?Me: Sorry mom.Mom: Why you pressed my boob so hard?Me: I don’t know mom, I did that without. Even doing the nearly unthinkable - giving up on medical school and breaking things off with Elizaveta - wouldn’t solve the problem, because I was basically only qualified for entry-level jobs, and even those options were limited because I would only have an undergraduate degree in biochemistry.I knew that Mrs. Stephens did not work so she could be there for Angie at any time, and that was only possible because of a combination of Mr. Stephens having a good job and the disability payments Angie. I was there the whole time watching and listening through his eyes and ears. My cock was rock hard and I’d pushed my pants down to relieve some of the discomfort. I avoided touching myself, though, as I didn’t want to come. Even a tiny touch would have sent me beyond what I could control.Addie swiveled around the pole, her back to us, then slowly turned to face the crowd, her back against the pole, completely naked with a sexy grin on her face. She reached above her head, gripping the pole.