I pumped in and out of her pussy and I knew she was close: her eyes glazed over. Her jerky movements told me a small cataclysm was taking place inside...of her vagina. I finally unloaded my spunk inside of her and collapsed on top of her. "Roll off of me butthead; I can't breathe," she said. I smiled then laughed. I rolled off of her and lay exhausted by her side. "Asshole? Butthead? What's with all of the name calling?" I said. "It heightens the moment, the dirtiness of it all. It turns me. She kept her eyes on theroad, a slight smile on her face, occasionally shaking back her shoulderlength, styled hair. I could catch a faint scent of the patchouli perfumethat was a small but intoxicating part of her immensely powerful effect onme.After a few moments of mutually comfortable silence between us, she spoke."Is my little boy hungry?" For what, Mommy?" I replied with a small grin."Food, you naughty boy!" she responded with mock severity, smiling over atme."I was before you got home.". I kissed her vigorously. Slowly, I lifted her kurta and slipped my hand inside it. She seemed nervous and gasped “Virat..” it seemed to be her first time too. I didn’t stop.I shut her up by smooching her even more. I slid my hand in and started rubbing, what I thought was her nipple. Soft and nice :*. “Got it!” I whispered, to which she smilingly denied. I realized it was her slip I was touching.I retracted my hand, and intelligently located the slip, and slipped my hand under it… There it was!. It has to. I want to see little Calabria driving you and Simon crazy when she drags home some scuzzy-looking boyfriend covered with tattoos and piercings."She gave me a sad, half smile."I know it's coming, Dad. I shouldn't tell you this." What?" I promised Mom..."I couldn't help myself."Is she alright? She's not ... sick?" Not physically." What do you mean?" She made me promise."I just looked at her. I'd been around long enough, I'd dealt with enough people who didn't want to talk, who were.