After sometime she pushed him back and got up.Abbas asked –“what happened mom.”Mom said –“nothing.”Abbas said –“then why you stopped m.... Are you not enjoying this.”Mom said –“I am enjoying this very much..”Abbas said –“then why you stopped”Mom said –“you already ejaculated a lot of sperms. Are you now able to cum once again.”Abbas said –“yes mom. I can come more 2-3 times now. But why.”Mom said –“I want you to cum inside me and fill my vagina with your sperms. I want to feel the hotness of your. Well, that’s what I was thinking when we met again after a long absence. She met me from the station after a tedious train journey, during which I was reliving the things we used to get up to. It was as much as I could do to stop myself coming in my pants.She was looking fantastic. New short haircut, tight grey skirt to the knee and shiny blouse accentuating her full breasts.As she slipped into the driver's seat, I glimpsed her stockings, which she wanted me to know she was wearing. I had. " Daddy! Tomorrow is Friday and a half day. Classes will be dead." She anxiously tugged on the silver locket that he'd bought her last Christmas."No. I don't want you to waste your education." Please, let me go! It's one night! I love that band." Dawn." His voice was stern. It was the tone he used when he meant business. His blue eyes reflected off hers as they stared each other down.She broke her gaze first but quickly struck back."I can't believe this! I wish Mom was still alive! SHE would. In English class, we had to write a poem for the first half of class. I wrote a little story poem about a girl who lost a bet and had to be a sex slave on weekends, and went from hating it the first weekend to to loving it by the end."Is everyone done writing their poem?" the teacher asked.A few people shook their heads."How many people wrote something so embarrassing about sex that they don't want anyone to see it?" the teacher asked.My hand went up, along with about half the class. Then.