I moaned when I felt his finger touch sensitive spots inside my pussy. I blurted out, Thats why I opened it for you, guruji. He must have liked my ans...er a lot, because he rewarded me by fucking me for the second time that night. Next week on wards, I was very busy meeting new people, and within a month, I was working in ads. True to my thought, guruji taught me many things about the industry and soon I became very close to him. He was always good to me too and we almost had a relationship that. “Hell yeah! I was a contractor in Kuwait for a year. Them bastard own every goddamn thing.”“You ain’t never lied,” winked De’Shane.“He had that big money. You was loving him.”“He was sexy. Hairy too.”“You like a hairy ass.”“I do!”“I got a real hairy ass. Is your hairy?”“No, sir.”“Good answer.”“So when was the last time you fucked a femboi.”“Back in the summer. You’ll judge me.”“No I won’t.”“Yeah you will. I’ma need some weed to tell you this shit.”“I partake. One moment.”De’Shane came back with. Momma’s grip on my dick loosened. She fell forward onto my chest, gasping for breaths of air. My own gasping matched hers. Finally we were able to talk. “My god, Baby, that was wonderful!” exclaimed my mother. “I know, Momma, it was even better than last night,” I said as my dick shriveled and slid out of her. “So much better,” my mother cooed. We lay together for some time in a tight embrace, sharing passionate kisses from time to time. We were taking full advantage of the post sexual. There seemed to be some strange relationship to intelligence in the women that had survived. Most female agents had miraculously survived whereas non college educated staff positions were now almost totally empty except for the new girls recently hired to help out.The only saving grace was the fact that women and girls were by nature pretty non-violent and a curious side effect of the die-off was that it seemed few criminals survived. It was probably related to the intelligence thing, but who.