“You’ll need to get around. You’ll find a black BMW 325 parked by the side of the house – I bought it yesterday for you.” I kissed her on th... forehead and walked out before she could recover.At 5pm she came into my office carrying a pile of papers. She showed me the corporate design she had done – very understated and erotic, purple background and faded gold copperplate writing – I agreed it instantly. Using that, she had designed business cards and advertising flysheets which could be sent to. While I was down there, I imagined being on my knees in front of Dave's big hard cock. Imagined sucking it. I was out of control. All these new fantasies were running wild in my mind.It made me feel quite feminine, somehow, to have bald genitals. And that led me to think about primping as a girl. What else would a girl do? Shave her armpits! Of course! Well, I was under the shower... The razor was there...In only a couple of minutes, I had removed all the hair from my pits.My leg and arm hair. " I said in an apologetic tone."Did you have breakfast already?" She asked. I gestured a no. Then I gave her a grin. She seemed surprised. I then knelt in front of her."What are you doing?" She asked."I missed out on church, I'm praying now." I said."What are you praying?" She asked."Actually I'm saying grace. Thanking for the meal." I smiled."What for?" She asked, looking at me oddly."I didn't have breakfast yet, so I'm just gonna have to eat you up." I said (*note: from where I'm from we have. Suddenly Razzaq made a sudden increase in pace. It was too much for mom. She started to scream. 10 strokes later Razzaq collapsed onto the bed. Mom was relieved but the relief was short lived as she realized that Razzaq had cum in her cunt. Now she could get pregnant.She barely had time to think when a force lifted her off Razzaqs dick. It was Shameer. He tried to get the cum dripping from moms pussy onto Smitha aunty’s boobs. Mom was still clutching her petticoat without realizing that Shameer.