And I'd deserve it if she did.Somewhere in amongst all my fantasizing about going to her, I would cum again, and no amount of lust or love or visions ...f beauty could convince my hand to remain on my cock a second longer, as my post-orgasmic sensitivity had me wanting to look at my dick, to see if it was the piece of raw hamburger it felt like.So I'd finish, collect the towels I'd laid down, wiping myself clean, very gently and then I'd watch her until she finished.Some nights, when she had. Me and my dick, both jumped, and we went in auto, as we didn’t want to reveal each others vehicle. We were off for her house, and in excitement were also holding each others hands and i had my hand over her shoulder with her leaning on me. There was this odd smile which was also nervous.As soon as we entered her house, she first made sure to lock the door. While she was locking the door, I went and held her arms from the back, and I pressed my body against hers, and she could feel the hardness. Legs open. He is inside. I feel his darkness inside, too. I thrust against my image of him and grasp him, to guide him, to bring me pleasure in the dark.His blackness overwhelms me. His blackness brings me pleasure. Deeply. Darkly. There are dark sounds. Dark slaps. Dark thrusts.His dark baby-making rhythms do not threaten me. They excite me. His darkness slaps against me. I succumb to dark feelings. I surrender. I yield to the sensation of him. His texture, his body, his skin, his darkness. She lost her husband last night that’s why she looks so exhausted. After finishing funeral in the day we came here for my father’s remembrance, because they spent their honeymoon nights here 20 years ago.”Receptionist expresses her sorry & allow Mom in my room. Room was very nice. We have no extra cloths. I went to bathroom to get fresh. Ma rested on bed . I came out wrapping hotel’s white towel. Looking at me Ma said- # Aaiye betaji Ma ki Banho mey. I said –fresh Ho lo. Ma went to bathroom. I.