Wo bhi mere land ko masalte huye dekhleti Thee or apni aankho ko mere land se tab tak nhi hata ti the jab tak mi mere land ko masalna band nhi kar det... tha ab wo bhi kabhi aate jate mere saamne apne kapdo ke upar se kai baar apni choot ko bhi masal leti the. Shyed wo ye sab jaan gai the or uska bhi man ye sab karne ka ho gya tha. Magar ghar me koi is tarha ka mookka nhi mil paa rha tahaa. Ki ham asli chudai ka maja le sake. Jahan chah wahan rah wali bat eek din ho hi gai. Two weeks ke baad meri. No one would ever know who the biological father of the child was and it was of no importance. Yes, for a mother, the child would have the mother of all mothers and he or she would have twenty fathers that would love and protect him or her for life. The child would be the collective of the most superior genetic stuff possible. Graham watched as the men prepared and secretly hoped that their sperm would be the one to impregnate the Divine Mother Goddess.Night fell and electricity grew in the. He adjusted the angle of the dildo and pushed it a littlie further up. She could tell from the muffled moans he was making through his ball-gag that it wouldn't be long before he would cum. She reached behind Peter's head and unclipped the ball-gag. Peter started moaning loudly, and at a high pitch which pleased Vanessa. She reached above the shelf for the video camera and stood up from the bed. She guessed she had 30 seconds tops before he would shoot his load. She started filming him, making. "Mother, before we go any farther, my name isn't John anymore. I'mCynthia Lynn McFadden. John was buried years ago." I replied.When my mother choked and fought tears I knew I had over stepped theboundaries of what I was trying to say. Being a businesswoman had mademe hard in the sense that I could be very direct when it came tonegotiations. I was trying to have my parents accept me, not make abusiness deal, and I had to remember that."You're not dead, you're my son, you always will be," my.