"To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice?" I'm just checking to see if you're all set to fly to Jamaica in a couple of days?" she asked."N...pe," I told her."What's wrong?" she asked in a worried voice."I'd have to fly back up to Detroit in order to fly to Jamaica," I answered. "I think I'll just stay here instead." You're already there?" she asked. "What are you doing there?" I just came down to get some sun and relax for a couple of days," I replied. "Right now I'm sitting on a. A flimsy net curtain fluttered in the window. Alex was – in the parlance of Cold War thriller writers – one of the spies who came in from the cold, trading a sinecure in the Russian Embassy in Sydney for a poky little terraced worker’s cottage in the once-great railway town of Swindon.Admittedly he had £500,000 distributed amongst half-a-dozen savings accounts across the town, but fleeing a comfortable job and sacrificing a loving wife and a handsome teenage son was a high price to pay. Plus. "Fuck...she is so tight," I thought as I began to roughly fuck her.I was losing some of my control, fucking her harder and harder, as the feel of her gripping, tight pussy was intoxicating. I kneaded and squeezed her little ass cheeks as I pumped into her, imagining how it would feel to fuck that little ass, as I listened to her moans."Oh god...oh god...oh god..." echoed in the room at the same pace as my thrusts.I felt my heavy balls swinging below me as my cock drilled into her and the. " I wish there was something I could say." My mother needs me." I need my mother." You don't." I'm a mess right now." It's like having a baby. The mistress got over it quick, but most women, they get depressed. You had your crazy project and you're depressed." I hope so." I'm old and wise kid." That's why I need you." You'll be fine."I didn't think so, but I let it go. Crying and pouting and having a tantrum might have made her feel maternal, but I couldn't bring any real emotions let alone.