I just wanna make you rich.' The pillows were arranged to her satisfaction and she stood up, looking at me curiously.'My name's Ayesha, and you better...not laugh. Whaddya mean rich? Like metal rich?' Two immediate riddles. Why would I laugh at her name? And what was "metal rich"?'Money rich.' She snorted, as if I'd said something foolish...'Metal, money, whatever you people call it now. Metal's like syrup: a little oughta go a long way. How you plannin' to make an old lady rich then?' Her voice. ." he said. I went ahead and got him laying on his side on the edge of the bed. From there I took my cock and slid it in his ass again , right in there as I slapped his ass and then placed my hand on his thigh and I started fucking. Laying on his side and watching me use his asshole as I was pounding away. "Fuck me. yeah.. that's it.. that's so good.. that cock feels so good in my ass... fuck it...." he begged. Leaning over him and kissing him as I pounded him it didn't take long before I felt. There was nobody else in the shop other than us. “Everybody might have gone home,” i thought.I could hear them talking. It wasn’t loud but i could hear each and every word clearly. First my mom was asked to drop her pallu which she did. Now she started taking measurements. Just then my mom asked her about the different types of bra’s available in the market. sheela started furnished her with all the information that she wanted.“Why did you asked me about all these bras? Are you not comfortable. I wasn't at all sure how I was going to be as a dad. But then, in the delivery room, after they'd gotten him cleaned up and Lisa had a chance to hold him briefly, the midwife picked him up. 'Well now, it's time to free up this birthing room. Lisa, you get to ride over to your room in a wheelchair. And Paul, ' she'd said to the baby, 'you get to be carried by your father'. Then she shoved this bundle at me, like a quarterback making a handoff to a runningback. 'Take him!' she insisted when my.