"You are too drunk to understand what you are doing" she told me. I began crying at her refusal and then my pussy started dripping as I looked at her....Noticing my juices oozing down along my thighs, she glanced at me in acknowledgement. My legs started shaking and I found myself dripping juice like I never thought possible. Already she could see how I felt and told me to kneel in front of her, I obeyed and then she raised her short skirt. "You wanted to kiss me? Then kiss me!" I eagerly put my. At the time, I didn’t realize if she was implying sexual intentions, or quite literally going clubbing, but it didn’t really matter to me. I was actually going out into public with someone who wanted to be with me, something that hadn’t occurred in quite some time. Dressed in her black, double-breasted, wool coat, with a bright red and white striped scarf, decked out with casual jeans, and three-inch heels, the two of us (both finely dressed, might I add) strolled down Spring Garden Road,. . . fuck me, Ballu, dont stop. .Fuck mom, fuck your mother . please. . . ” she moaned.“Beg me, Mom, Yashoda, my slut, beg me for my cock!!” he shouted as he went on fucking her.“Yes. . . yes. . . I beg you, please, fuck me. . . please!” she implored.“I. . . I’m your slut mother,” she cried insanely. “You made me your slut, Ballu, . . . fuck meeeee now . . . please!”“Ohhhhhh. . . god, You are a whore Yashoda…..Your cunt is milking my lund…my cock….you are so tight……I cant stand it” he squealed. I help her with the breast pump to relieve the pressure in her breasts and she thinks I just dump out the collected ladys milk. I take it myself sometimes or pour it my dick and balls when I’m jacking off in the bathroom (one of my fetishes).While my wife is getting ready to leave for the airport with her boss, I look at her open suitcase lying on the bed and I began to get curious. I peek into the open bag and I just see her business clothes skirts and blouses. Karen is in the bathroom putting.