He said, "Mother have a seat so we can talk. This is not the first time we've discussed this. Do you realize how much money you have been spending? ...You're about to burn through the entire trust in less than 4 years since Dad died. You can't keep doing this, it has to stop." "Oh, I know I spend quite a bit, but why can't your Mother have nice things." He gasped, exasperated, "Mother, you are just so spoiled! I can't let you waste my father's money like that! This has to stop, and it stops. He collapsed on me and removed his dick from my hole. I was exhausted and so was he. We lay like that for a cpl of mins then, we got up. He wore his clothes and I adjusted mine. I re adjusted my bra pads which had taked a lot of shaking. Wore my thong and tucked in my dick and wore my nighty top. We sat there and finished our leftover drinks and I motioned for a smoke. He got up opened the door and went out. Came back in a min and said” check kar raha tha koi aaya to nahi”. We both wwent out. Linda climbed onto the bed with me. I handed her a glass of cognac, and we both made a toast to the coming summer and the fantastic time we would be having. I looked into her eyes and sensing that she wouldn’t object, kissed her lips. Our tongues met, and in less than 30 seconds, we were both panting heavily. My right hand reached down to caress her ass, then slowly moved up to unbutton the rest of her shirt and pull it off her shoulders. I immediately attacked her left tit with my mouth while. ’ She answered. ‘I always have good ideas, don’t you think?’ ‘You certainly do,’ he laughed, and pulled her tighter and kissed her eyelids. ‘It’s so good to have you to myself once in a while,’ she murmured… a slight shadow fell across his face in the midst of his happiness. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked. ‘Fastrada always hounded me,’ she said. ‘You know what I mean. You were as miserable as I was. Wouldn’t give you a decent fuck herself and wouldn’t let anyone else, either.’ ‘Don’t speak ill.