Dissapointment flushed around me. "Can we do at least one thing?" I asked. "No Charlie, I'm sorry but I can't." I responded with a frusterated ok. T...roughout the next couple hours I sat at the window or at the TV watching some interesting Jamacian television. Sitting at the window was probabaly the only fun thing to do. I sat and watched cars drive by, Jamacians walking back and forth through the crowded, semi-dirty streets. As I was sitting and watching the people from my room, I started. Ahhh wooooow wo kafi achhi suker thi jese usane to mere lode ko apane mauh se dabate aur katate hue is tarah se chus rahi thi, jese wo master ho lund chusane mein! ahhhhh!Woow kafi tez aur mazedar suck karti thi lode ke top ko bar bar halke se katati thi aue mera loda pura tan gaya! pura 9” lamba aur thick ho gaya ahhh mene kaha “madarchod rand Sali kese laga loda?” Megha boli “khilone ke lode se isame bahot maza aa raha hai mere Lundraja!” Ahhhh mene kaha “Sali chus isse aur mein usake sar ko. She hated working the late shift, butshe always gave in until I said enough was enough. Wewere husband and wife and were supposed to be on ourhoneymoon, and she was fucking a bunch of dipshits,sluts, and mutts, and willing to give him a seventhweek of fucking dipshits, sluts, and mutts. She reallydid hate it, but felt she owed him and had a hard timetelling him no more.She did quit, and we did go on a honeymoon to Hawaii.She was loaded, like six figure loaded. We spent twoweeks in paradise and. We k**s had seen things over the years and I had watched my mom fuck and give blow jobs to many other men, without her knowledge. I didn’t want her to feel as if she wasn’t helping me. We had bonded, all be it with a strange type of bond, but she had allowed me to become an escort, like herself, and that made it so much easier for me to sleep with as many men as I could, to subdue my sexual urges and to make a lot of money doing it. I was having fun with my mom now and although I called her.