I really don’t think she remembers too much more but I am certain that Sally would remember her mum getting fucked last night but right now that was...’t my problem.“Want some coffee?” I asked getting up from my chair and realizing just how short my robe was but not as short as her skirt was after six turns but I decided not to mention that, “Oh Yes please” she answered looking at my legs still not fully focused.As I returned with her coffee and a couple of pain killers she had straightened up. But it was when we got home and I took the boots out of the bag that I had an even bigger thrill, I was about to throw the receipt away when I looked at it and saw a phone number scrawled on the back, it said, "Gorgeous, I enjoyed it very much" and was signed, "Mo" with three crosses after her name!"Phone her mum" he said and pulled me down onto his lap as I picked up the phone.It was just after seven that evening when she arrived looking even prettier than I remembered in a little black dress. Well, I thought it was silent, but Sanju sat up in his bed so fast, I thought he might have hurt himself.The papers he was holding in his other hand scattered across the bed, face down. I raised my shoulders in a shrug and said, “ Surprise?€ He snatched up his bed covers and wrapped them around his waist, looking embarrassed. Sanju headed for the bathroom door, avoiding eye contact with me. I said on his way out, “sorry Sanju, I’m really sorry.” But I wasn’t. And I’m sure that he knew. "FUCK! FUCK!" she cried out again as she came hard.That was too much for me, and despite her cumming like a banshee beneath me, I had to pull my cock out before it exploded inside of her.I quickly straddled her body, aimed my big wet ready to explode cock at her face and began groaning "Oh FUCK! HERE IT CUMS!" I cried, and then I felt my hot sticky load begin to fire out.Amazingly the woman who had angrily told me off for cumming on her just a bit earlier, now twisted around and opened her.