. sad because I need you as much as you need me.I can't remember who is the top and who is the bottom anymore and that scares me. So I take you around...to bars and make you show your tits and legs and I taunt the patrons by pinching your nipples and feeling your ass and they hate me for having you.That's why I do it.It's a symbiotic relationship and when I get bored and take you out to the car and feel under your skirt, you're always wet, you tramp.I depend on that now... Knowing you are like me. ”“But ... but...” Lana said.Becky just shook her head in disbelief. “This is impossible. Did you spike the drink, Rosa?”“No,” she answered, equally breathy.“Coming, Mrs. Teller?” Marissa asked.“Me?” my MILF lover squeaked.“Well, I think you’re playing now,” Mei giggled. “I think we all have questions for you, too.”“My mom,” gasped Lana as I reached the base of the stairs. All the girls, even my best friend, were staring at my cock.“Yeah, your Mom,” Rosa said. “She’s cool. I mean, she fucked. Me to bhot hi khush ho gaya. Or kya tha mujhe laga hasi matlab fasi. Fir me unhe roj jhank ne laga per jab dost hote to me dhyan nhi deta kuin ki koi saq na kare . Ese hi chalta raha .Ek din mera tabiyat kharap ho gaya or me clg nhi gaya pura din bhabi ko jhank raha tha . Bhabi dekh k smile di. Me bhi de dia fir me himat kar ke isharo se unhe hat dikhaya ki wo bhot khubsurat hain wo has padi wo bhi ishare se hat dikhate hue boli tumhe mad padegi me has dia wo bhi hasne lagi . Ese ab roj isharo. I took another sip of water before replying. "Well, you know, we'll see how it goes," I mumbled. "Do you want to start down here, or go upstairs?" "Probably best to go upstairs, I think." I turned and climbed the stairs, feeling him close behind me, and followed his directions into the first room on the left. It was full of stuff, only a small area of floor free from clutter, and several big mirrors arranged around the place, behind the double bed and next to the door. A little taller than me,.