Bus city limits dati veluthonthi, bus lo lights levu. Oka blue color light matram vesadu. Nenu malli nidra povataniki try chestunna intalo naa toda me...da padda athani cheyyi mellaga naa todala madhyaku jaripadu, athani muni vellaku naa vattakayalu tagulutunnayi. Nenu athanu emi chesthado ani kadalakunda vunnanu. Athanu mellaga tana chetini naa sulli paiki jaripadu, tana chetini purthiga naa modda paina petti mellaga vathadu. Naa Bellakaya mellaga gattipadutu pant ni underwear ni ega tannindi.. I need to washmy face and change." Alright. Hurry up so we can get moving."With that, Scott exited the room, possibly to tend to the situation inthe other room. I struggled to get up on my arms and knees andeventually managed to sit up on the edge of my bed. I could liken myown condition only to what waking up in a record-breaking hangover feltlike. Thankfully there was no nausea, but otherwise I was as good asincapacitated. My mouth was dry and there was a horrible taste in it.The mere thought. My cock slipped right in. She felt SO good. I told her that I wished I didn’t have to use a condom. She said, ‘I get checked quite often and most of the men I see, unless I’m pretty sure, I make them use a condom. But I’ve heard that you are married and haven’t had sex in a very long time. So it’s up to you if you want to use one…but I would prefer that we didn’t!’ ‘Really?’, I said. ‘I would love to take it off…to REALLY be inside you’! Almost without missing a beat, she rose up as she was. ”“Yeah,” I answered, not really knowing what to expect.“You are being safe? She’s using birth control?”“Yes,” Oh, God, this was the talk. I’d been through this with Dad four years ago. It was awkward then. This was going to be worse, because it was my Mom.“Good. You know you can always talk to me about these things.”“I know that.” Of course I couldn’t talk to her about those things. No guy could. But I knew what she wanted to hear.“I thought you were, but some other things got me wondering. I.