Its like caressing me chest and stomach. She was constantly touch the edge of my underwear which has a big tent in my underwear.Me: see what you have ...one?Vidya: confused, what did I do?Me: you have made my body parts grow.Vidya: what?Me: See my underwear, now that is aching as well.She didn’t know how to react and held my dick over my underwear and started rubbing it. Her breathing became heavier. I was touching her shoulders now and pulled her on me. She fell on me but her hand was still. Shoes came off. Shirts came off. Then Cynthia pinned me by the window and I thought she was going to push me out. "You want to stop fucking me? Huh?", she asked, while ripping my belt off and unbuttoning my pants. "You want to stop fucking me and walk away? Huh, mother fucker? Is that it? I don't think so. I don't fucking think so." My pants and. . I can bring myself to say the words. But there is something you want. Y . . . Yes, I nodded. You dont want to rape me, do you? I shook my head. You dont want a hummer, do you? I thought for a while. Hm, yes I did. Was she kidding? With a cute little mouth like hers? But, that was secondary and I shook my head once again. And its not anal sex, is it? Because, Im not down for that. I shook my head again. Then it cant be so bad and that means I probably will do it. You get what you want and I. Billy choked, gasped, drank some milk and blinked at her.His mother smiled. "A month or so ago I found your box of money under your bed, and I didn't have any trouble getting into your computer. You certainly have been busy."He nodded and blushed."How many women have you bonked?" She smiled. "I didn't count them." Geeze, Ma," he squealed."How long have you been doing this?" she asked, looking quite serious, and pulling her open robe back together, tossing back her hair.He sniffed. "A while,.