Mny kaha qn. Mom ny kaha o ho okay ajo mry room mn.Mn sth gay mom nay orange color ke nekal k de ..Mom nay kaha mny khuch nhe krna ab khud he kro. Mri...shirt bhe uttro jb mny shirt utrnay laga mom nay mry lips say kis ke phr ak dum kissing aur is trha jsy barson bd kiss kr rahe him bhokh meta rahe hun.Aur 20 mint k bd bolein rahal mn pagal ho gai hun tum pa. Mujhy raton mn nind nhe ati din rat her lamha tumhri shakal nrz ati hy god nay tum ko kitna hasein banya hy… Mom nay kaha aaj agah mari. Glad to be back. How was your Thanksgiving?" I asked. "Boring as hell!" She said, making her way to my fridge and grabbing a beer. "Man, no one was here. Everyone went home. I tried to go to the bars to see if I could pick up a local chick, but no one was around so I ended up hanging out with the bartenders. So how was your Thanksgiving? Did you spend some quality 'Guy time' with Jeff?" If only she knew what kind of "Guy Time" we actually did spend. Although she's never met Jeff, I talked. Then I got a surprise “you know I’ve been thinking a lot about letting you take Me analy more than your finger or tongue that is”“wow are you sure about that…. i mean….”Tish cut me off “Well if you don’t want to then How about I do you?”“No that’s not what i meant”Note to self: answer the fucking questions quickly “Are you sure I mean there is a whole file of women wearing strap-on’s well that and a file of cocks I seem to remember”“Yes but”“Yes your butt remember what you agreed to just a. I was so ashamed of myself that I let it went too far. “2 nights a week, that’s all, it’s just sex”, and I kept repeating it over and over again in my head.Those nights were the hardest and longest nights that I have live through. My pussy was aching for my son, and my husband only fucked me in one of those nights, leaving my pussy starving for penetration. Strangely my son didn’t talk to me much and I had a feeling that he knew I was trying to avoid him.As we entered a new week, I felt.