I laughed loudly and pointed a finger upward. ‘What?’ she said. ‘Thirty-five or forty?’ I kept pointing. ‘You’re kidding me!’ she called...out, her eyes twinkling. She clamped her hands to her ears. ‘I don’t want to know, now!’ ‘That’s what makes what I going to say so difficult,’ I said softly. She pulled her hands away from her ears. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way about anyone and I’m really hesitant to tell you, but over the past couple of months I’ve become awfully fond of you.’. I can't waste my whole day, being forced to sit here and you only just giving me a blow job." The beautiful, fit Blonde just looked at her master. Her eyes looked like those of a slave, one that was afraid of what her master might do to her, if she failed to please him."I am sorry, master. Have I displeased you?" asked Eva. Ahmad was angry, being an Iranian Canadian, he always suffered racism and was forced to put up with insults about Islam and Muslims worldwide. He shouted at her,"You fucking. Instinctively, I knew that it was the cue for me to take over her bodyonce again.I directed all my mental focus to gain access into my own mind,reciting the number once again. Soon, a strange gravity pulled me out,like being fished from deep underwater."Holy fucking shit!"Those were the words I said the first moment I regained myself back.------------------------------------------------------Author's note:Same as before, I wrote this piece in one shot, along with a bit ofproofreading.The. "I seldom had an orgasm this hard and I never had a second orgasm one after the other. I don't know if I can take it. Please do it slowly this time around, will you?" Mom said while slowly stroking my hig hard cock. I pulled my cock out of her hand becasue I wanted to be sure that I could last long enough fucking her actual pussy to give her her second orgasm. I did not want to be over stimulated before I got inside her. I went straight to work on her pussy. Her beautiful "young" pussy was.