Not with her ability to read my mind.I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew I was getting kicked in the kidney."Oops! Sorry, Tommy," Ke... said as he stepped over me.I dragged my sorry butt out of my bag and pulled on yesterday's clothes. As soon as the ladies were done in the bedroom, I'd change into something more appropriate for heavy labor—one glance out the window told me I'd be spending most of the day behind the snow blower.I stopped in the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. She began to moan louder the faster I fucked her. Her back came off the rock and she looked at me with her mouth half open and her dark brown eyes told me that she was close to coming. “Rub my spot,” she managed to say, between moans. I guessed she meant her G-spot which I located and began to rub very fast. Her moans changed into gasps and with an almost wolf-like howl she came and squirted all over my hand. Since my face was close to her pussy it got some of it too. She pushed my hand away. Not when that cost was missing out on Cat Williams. He couldn’t believe he had fallen so hard. Not so quickly anyway. And he wasn’t even sure what it was about her that made him… dare he say it… love her. Well, he couldn’t tell her that yet. Not until he was absolutely sure. Being wrong would just make things awful. Deep in his heart and soul, however, he knew he wasn’t wrong. He was surer of it than he had been of anything his entire life. Now, the matter was just hoping she felt about him. Mummy apne room mein chale gayi. Thodi der baad Rathore sir bole.Rathore sir – Kartik, beta mujhe thand lag rahi hai.Main – Aapko kuch chahiye sir?Rathore sir – Beta bura mat manana. Lekin agar thodi whiskey mil jaati to acha hota. Agar tumhare paas hai to thodi le aao beta.Maine thoda socha aur fir bola.Main – Lekin mummy ko to nahi bologo?Rathore sir – Nahi beta.Fir main apne room mein gaya aur ek whiskey ki bottle aur ek glass le aaya.Rathore sir – Sirf ek glass? Sharmao mat beta. Ek glass.