You can feel his cum still inside of you. After he pulled out, he thoughtfully put a plug up your now satiated pussy. You do not have to worry about l...aking. It feels good to be plugged. You can just lay back, stare at the ceiling, and savor the sensation of his potent sperm trying to impregnate you. You close your eyes and imagine yourself having a real womb. A place for a c***d to grow. You love that feeling on being thoroughly bred. Not like a wife being made love to by her husband, but. I could not handle it any longer, and I was getting a hard-on. I turned my face towards Simran, and I saw that she was ready to kiss me. We shared our first kiss, and my mom entered home.I thought she would be angry at us. But instead, she gladly said, “I did not know you would take so many days to bed my son, Simran.” Simran laughed and said, “We have not slept together yet.”I said, “Can someone explain what’s going on?”My mom replied, “Beta, Simran’s husband, who was a rickshaw driver, met. ....we have time............there is an idea, a concept that I want you to pull out from your knowledge of art, music and opera..........."langour"...........get it.......... "langour"...............lazy, sexy, lovemaking, not looking at the damn clock, not thinking about doing it in one move and over in ten minutes............Silkie, you are my lover before this guy............I asked him if he had ever seen two women make love...........I said I knew how he could have a climax really quickly. ‘He’s gone.’ was all she could manage to say. In that moment, I made sounds I’d never even imagined I could make, I wailed and cried harder than I had ever thought was possible. Ryan, our youngest child and only son, my little boy, was gone. I held his limp form against my chest tightly, rocking back and forth in the chair automatically, not sure who or what that rocking motion was supposed to comfort or ease…in any case, it didn’t work. But then, in that moment, nothing could. Barbara was.