I didn’t know how I was going to be able to be so close to her alone; I would want to jump all over her. Anyways, there we were, in the conference r...om.I shut the door after we entered and confessed to Stephanie how much I did not want to do this. “Well I’m sure we will be able to have some fun in doing this,” she says as slightly runs her tongue across her bottom lip as she turns towards the conference table. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I move up to right behind her and slide my hand. I thought of giving words to my life experiences. So, after thinking for a week, I finally decided to start writing my book. I came up with the title ‘Sex Is Life – Simran’s Diary’.I am Simran and this book is on my 10 years of erotic experience. Like most of the stories, I decided to share my body stats before proceeding, but I think watching a pic will give more details than reading a stats (Body Figure and size). It is an edited pic just to show you my stats.I live with my mother Reena. She. She was like a hot whore wanting to be fucked. I helped her upstairs, and this time I helped her dress into a sultry bra and pantyhose with heels on. I knelt down in front of her and liked her pussy through the hose, and rubbed my cock in and out of her mouth. We were now standing in the hallway upstairs. I told her to give me a minute and then come inside to be fucked real good. I entered my room turned on the lights, and jumped under the covers and pretended I was sleeping, knowing the. .. hhaaahhh... yes... Sir...” Melissa’s haunches had begun to jerk back and forth. Her thighs parted even wider. Her mouth began to gape and her breath came panting out. “Go on then... let yourself go, my beauty... come then... come!” Havers began to squeeze Melissa’s breasts. “Go on then!” “Hhhaaahhh... aaahhh... hhhaaahhh!” Melissa’s fingers worked to a sudden frenzy. “HHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Melissa’s thighs clamped suddenly together and she slumped forward till her head almost touched her.