They’d lose steam over Florida or boomerang back out to sea. Where were those friends now? Evacuated. Miles away. With electricity and refrigerated ...ood and little doubt about the security of the roof over their heads.I found a large cardboard box in the closet with old winter clothes. I dumped out the clothes and tore the box open. I spread the flimsy sheet of cardboard awkwardly over myself as I laid down on the couch to wait out the storm. At least if there’s flying shards of broken glass…*I. Me: Nowadays you are not allowing me to press your boobs.Ambika: After you press my boobs when I go home my panty is wet with something sticky substance. I feel like I have pee in my panty.Me: That is generally when I press your boobs.Ambika: Why it happens?Me:(I lied to her) See milk comes from boobs for feeding kids. You don’t have a kid, so it is coming from there. I’ll do something today and you will like it as well. it will stop for some time and you won’t get sticky liquid.Ambika: Do. Somehow; too skinny women, with no ass are not my fantasy. I cannot bone a woman with silicone breasts. All in all, I like to dig and fuck a natural woman. She must have a natural breast, wider hips and curves all over. With all that, John’s mom was my choice # 1 as the hottest woman around.I met John when we were both in the Sophomore year of High School as class mates. He took me home to meet his parents. His dad was the curt and angry looking but Carmen; the mom, O’ my Lord. Being around. As expected, the moment, she moved to rub the liquid soap on my chest and back, the thick cover of black hair gave her a sensual feel and my hard nipples became even harder and without her knowledge, she started pinching my nipples in the process of applying soap and started further encircling my chest using her hands. Still i pretended to be half drowsy and did not react to her actions.Then, the most anticipated part her work was about to begin. Yes, she moved her hand to my belly area and.