Then first a small and thin yellow stream ran out but it fast turned into a strong and hard stream of golden pee. My surprise took only a split of a s...cond. Then I got my mouth into it and drank as much as I could of mom’s salty and so tasty pee. “Oh baby…yeah…drink your entire mommy’s pee. Make your mom happy.” It seemed as if gallons of my beautiful mom’s pee ran down my through from her sexy little pussy. Then, after what seemed like hours, her nasty, tasty, horny, golden stream became. “Señor Russ, vienen hombres malos. Vienen por las chicas. Debes esconderte. Deprisa, señor. ¡Por favor, apúrate!“ he said. “Mister Russ, there are bad men coming. They are coming for the girls. You must hide. Hurry, sir. Please hurry!”I understood most of what he was saying. Evelyn supplied the rest.“Quieren hacer putas de tus jovencitas!” he added. I understood the word “puta” and knew it meant whore. I guessed the rest of what he’d said.“Tell him we understand, Evelyn,” I said. “Tell our. I helped her with it and started chatting again over coffee. It was pointless banter with various topics which I will skip for you. I will start from the point where we started the talk about sex in India. She asked me how my sex life is. At that point I was unmarried and with the affairs in distance between. I told her I am unmarried and narrated the experiences I had, few I have shared already with the ISS readers.She asked my opinion on sex, I told her that I do not like one night stands, I. "Bob, youare the sexiest apparition I have ever created." Bob turned to facehim, but only came up to his chest."You can't call me Bob like this. I look like a...Bambi."She tried to take a step towards Simon, but lost her balance and fell.He caught her in his strong arms, and lifted her up. As she feltherself pressed against his muscular, naked form, she felt butterfliesin her stomach and a strange heat between her legs. Simon carried herto the bed, and gently laid her down. He leaned in to kiss.