Jab main uske room main gaya to wah mujhe dekhate hi hadbada gaya aur wah kuchha chhupane ki koshish karne laga maine kaha are yaar kya chhupa rahe ho... Pahale wah dar gaya phir usne mujhe ek bra dikhayee main bola yaar ye kiski bra tu chipa raha hai.Wah bola yaar kisi ko batana nahi tumaha mari kasam main bola nahi bataunga bolo. Tab wah bola yaar ye bra meri mom ka hai. Maine poonchha yaar tu iske ssath kya kar raha tha wah bola yaar kisi ko batana nahi main apni mom ko like karta hun aur unhe. On one side it said “You’re Sugar Baby Material”…and on the other just the website address. I managed to place one in her office very discreetly on what I knew was her day off….I guess it was about three weeks later that I saw her profile…She used the privacy screen on the one picture she provided but it was clearly her…I sent her a message and told her I was the guy who had left the card…She was obviously concerned that I was someone who knew her and knew she was on the site…but I reassured. I was amazed with the pleasure she had and kind of reaction she showed and she cumming without me even inserting my cock in her. She was amazingly fresh and felt like my 1st sex with my wife. I went closed to her face and could se tears in her eyes which where because of pleasure she could not control. We kissed and I could make she was sweating in an ac room without intercourse. She had her eyes closed and slowly open her eyes and looked at me and was shy and immediately covered herself with a. Sliding into her wet cavern felt like I was wrapping Mr. Johnson tightly inside a hot, wet, bowl of jello, but firm and beautifully snug at the same time. It was easy to see how our coupling affected Judy, because she changed into a woman in need, who was determined to take what she needed and damn the consequences.She reminded me of Colleen and thinking of her made me sad. Being sad about losing Colleen, made losing Benjamin twice as painful, and before I lapsed into a maudlin, weeping, fit, I.