Mayank- plz mami ek bar karne do kisi ko kuch pta nahi chalega.Mammy-plz chhod do mujhe kisi ko muh dikhane layak nahi rahungi.Mera ghr barbad ho jaeg.... Mayank- kuch nahi hoga.Kisi ko kuch pta nahi chalega.Ye baat sirf aapke or mere bich rehegi. Mammy- or kitne bar karega.Din me jabarjasti kar to chuka he ab plz chhod de mujhe me tere hath jodti hu. Ye sun kar me dang rah gaya ki wo din me hi mammy ko chod chuka he.Subah me office ke liye nikl jata hu fir raat ko 8 baje hi aata hu.Din me mammy. His hands gripping your hips and your pelvis never stops bucking against his groin. I sit down, proceed to watch, and begin undoing my pants when you suddenly burst out and scold me, telling me sternly "NO! YOU DONT TOUCH YOURSELF! YOU HAVE TO WAIT!" With sad puppy dog eyes, I would obey and do as I'm told, resting my hands at my sides, my pants tented from my stiff erection and an obvious look of discomfort grimacing my face. You would hunch forward and tell your man that you want him to fuck. Ida wasn?t a shrew. She actually rarely even raised hervoice. But it was disturbing how quickly she?d adjusted to Zev?speculiar needs. ?You were such an annoying, arrogant asshole before I tookyou in line?with a bad attitude and a filthy mouth?and your interests were intolerable.?Ida had often said. His interests. Football, golf, perhaps more than a littletoo much time on the porn sites? Ida seemed to have remedied that over the pasttwo years. For instance?she LOVED to remind Zevof the Bible. Our lovemaking was passionate and explosive, Debbie reaching orgasm after orgasm before I finally achieved my own release.We spent the rest of the night simply holding each other.Debbie woke me up, kissing me profusely."What's up, Miss Radio?" I asked."Thank you for last night," Debbie sighed, smiling."You never have to thank me for making love to you," I said. "I'm willing to make love to you until my body gives out." No," Debbie said. "I really needed last night. It was the first moment that.