"I am really wanting you, Patrick. Your mother has told me how good you are and I want you to do me from behind, I just love it that way, it gets me o...f in a huge way and that's what I want. Come fuck me, you beautiful boy," she said as she got up on her hands and knees with her feet off the side of my bed.I moved right up to her, put the head of my dick on her wet slit, dragged it up and back, then pushed right up inside her all the way."Mmm, oh, you feel good, really good. Just hold still.. Just remember me when you get big and famous, ok?’ she answered with a smile. ‘I will, Momma, I will.’ ~*~*~ Nineteen years later, Mari stood behind the curtain waiting for the speaker to finish her speech and announce her. She wore a dress that draped over her curves and fell from her hips to just above the black floor. It was a sparkling gold that shimmered like it had a life of its own and it complimented her lush red hair. She had died it a couple months ago. She was thinking about her mom. He planted a kiss in my hair. ‘Let’s go watch a movie,’ he suggested. ‘I’ll let the dogs in and you get comfortable on the couch.’ So that’s what we did. We spent a couple of hours on the couch, his arm around my shoulders, and it felt so good to just be together. When the movie was over, he grabbed the remote off the table and clicked off the tv. I sat up straight, stretching, and turned slightly to face him as he leaned back into the couch. ‘I hope you don’t think it was my goal to get you. Jasleen wanted to say so many things. But she didn’t. Because she didn’t want to cause Sandesh to slow down.Sandesh wasn’t in his usual caring self either. Right then, the only feeling of Jasleen that he cared about, is the feeling of his submarine hitting the depths of her Mariana. Sandesh was sweating now. Then he suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out. Both he and Jasleen were breathing heavily.Jasleen took Sandesh’s hair in her hands, and they locked into a lip kiss. His palms rubbed her.