And shoots, and shoots. Her cum starts leaking out of the corners of my mouth and Satin is kind enough to clean it up with her tongue. When she’s fi...ished she pulls out of my mouth and tells me to "Put my cock back in my pants and slow down, driving and blowing." With that she turns to leave. Satin comes up to me and kisses me, feeding me the cum that she cleaned up off my chin. She laughs and tells me that the cop is one of her good friends and is always happy to have a little fun with her. I. My mom is a 43-year-old typical Indian working woman. My dad is also a 45-year-old rich man. We live in Mumbai in a large bungalow.Both are always busy in their professional commitments that they have no time for me, their only son and even for themselves. I am now 18 years old but have been brought up by foster mother. One day I heard mom crying in dad’s arms that she misses my childhood.She had failed to give time to her own son for the sake of career. So dad tried to cheer her up. This was. My heart was still pounding as I joined the rest of the family in the lounge where they were viewing family videos on the television screen. I found a place next to my daughter and watched as the parade of past parties exploded onto the screen. At home that night my wife snoring beside me I though about what had happened and rubbed my flaccid member with my fingers. As it grew I stroked my now hardening cock and my heartbeat sped up. I thought of my internet chat friend Adam and contemplated. Anywhere near him!” She said as she rubbed her belly with her good arm.“Please!”She stood up and tried to face him down. “I’m done! Get the fuck out!”He punched her again. He was blind with rage. She did this to him, she made him this way. She was taking his child from him.She fell back onto the bed, blood streaming from a cut on her lip. The tears starting to flow again. She’d cried a lot this past week wishing he could be with her but now she knew he couldn’t. She knew the she needed to keep.