My mind is trying to make sense of last night's encounter. I'm asking myself question after question.Do I tell my boyfriend?Do I want it to happen aga...n? Do I want to let Heather's boyfriend watch us the next time we're together.This is going to require a lot more thought than I currently want to give the matter. I close my eyes, hoping I'll get a bit more sleep and then I can get on with my day. Just the memories of last night, the smell and taste on my fingers, the stickiness I feel on my. Now I have good size but this dude pulls out at least 10in and starts long stroking his dick while he is kissing on me. For a second I get worried thinking,''I hope he doesn't think he is gonna fuck me with that?''. He drops to his knees and starts suckin my dick like a pro and he is suckin like he was craving because he furiously sucks my balls and slaps my dick all over his face. He sucks on the head and rubs his tongue all over my dick all the while he is stroking off. After he sucks for. He never completed a call without giving me an orgasm when his dad is not around.It wasn’t another three weeks passed by, I realised Ramesh has left me more than my fond memories of becoming his lover and probably his whore. The loads of semen my pussy was soaked in all the time when Ramesh was here finally managed to penetrate my egg. Little did my egg know that the semen was from my own son. Little did Ramesh’s semen knew that it his mother’s egg he’s penetrating. How would they know? Their. "I laughed and interrupted. " ... While not wearing a shirt?"His blush intensified, and I had to wonder how he stayed conscious when all of his blood had rushed to his skin. Which brought to mind an image of all of his blood rushing somewhere else, and suddenly my complexion matched his. I struggled to keep the dirty thought from bursting out of my mouth without permission."Have I told you today how incredibly handsome you are?" I snuggled into his chest, determined just to relax and go to.