. Uske aisa krte rehne se mein uske mouth me hi jhad gaya. Or wo pura pi gayi. Ab meine der na karte huye uski taange upar ki or apna lund uske chut m... ragadne laga. Wo kehne lagi pls tadpao mat ab kar do..Meine lund ko usko chut k darwaje me rakha cream lagaya or ahista ahista uska seal todne laga wo tadapne lagi. Meine apne hont uski hont par rakh diya ,jaisi hi thoda jor lagya uski seal puri tarah fat gayi..Wo tadapne lagi. Mujhe hatane ki koshish karne lagi. Par meine usse tight se pakad. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned up and in for a passionate kiss.After a few minutes of that, I whispered in her ear. "So, what did you need to see me about?" Do I need a reason?" she asked, her eyes dancing with mischief."No," I admitted with a chuckle. "I'm always glad when a mother of my children wants to spend time with me." Always and forever," she murmured, kissing me again."So how are things going?" I asked, looking around the newly built and up-to-date Operations Center. I. But ... if I know another girl likes girls, I admit I can get a little distracted around them. Like..." Her voice trailed off."Like?" I prodded. The only girl I'd seen her in contact with regularly was ... Hayley? She saw the discomfort on my face, but misread the source."I didn't think you were a prude, Randy," she said teasingly."I don't think I am. I was just thinking ... I wouldn't know, but I guess you have to choose your partners carefully in either case." Her forehead crinkled, not. Even once. She said when her mother died she inherited a trunk full of old TV Guides and found Elly May's look there. Who were we to judge her? She obviously had none of Elly May's cloying mannerisms so maybe it was true. We all noticed she never lacked for attention. Reviving an old masturbation fantasy from the vaults of 60s TV was a surefire way to get dates among a certain well-heeled section of the baby boomer contingent. Still our Elly May had difficulty getting beyond the first drink.