Nobody’d gonna hire an ugly nigger like you with your crimes. Just like no lady is gonna let you touch her like your Momma lets you.“No, Momma. I ...ade my own job. I’m advising an office worker, and I’m managing a young entertainer.”“No more lies, Son. Momma’s ears hurt when you lie. Now eat your meat, you foolish nigger.” Mrs. Jackson dug a handful of meatloaf and pushed it up her cunt. “Nobody has meat as good as your Momma makes.He nodded respectfully and fell to the task, mouth wide, tongue. It’s been almost three weeks since I sent him the new pictures of the children.”“I bet he’s loving those,” said Owen. She smiled.“That’s a real safe bet,” she said. “I’m going to write him tonight.”“Why don’t you just email him? I mean if he’s at the headquarters wouldn’t he have access to email?” said Owen.“Yes, but not all of the time, and sometimes the emails get lost, at least that’s been my experience. Plus when I do email him he answers right away and under the circumstances...” she. I was a bit surprised and asked the reason. She said her hubby had gone for an afternoon drinking session with his friends and she was getting bored alone at home.We started chatting on Whatsapp, and after some formal talks, she asked me, Gary, How do you find Calcutta..??I sensed an opportunity to turn the chat a bit naughty and replied, Well Debu (i used to call her Debu as her pet name), I like Calcutta a lot, especially the bong women.She laughed and asked… Accha, what do you like in. Her pain subsided, was gradually getting converted to moans. I was slapping her ass continuously amidst the fuck. I was continuously pounding her ass now. She was moving her ass in pleasure. I grabbed her hair and asked her to walk towards the bedroom.I was fucking her like a doggy lifting her one leg on the kitchen platform, catching her ass cheeks with both hands for a better grip. I was pounding her continuously. The sounds of ass flapping were all over the house. I pounded for 15 minutes.