I had to run for it or expect my mother would be likely to get furious at me. Hugging my backpack in front of me, I run as fast as I could. Drenched f...om the rain but I kept running towards the building where my mother worked.Catching my breath I stopped at the lighted lobby of the printing press building where my mother worked in the production department. Employees roaming around the lobby of the building were looking at my sad outfit. With head held up, I walked straight to the entrance door. " Maybe not pretty soon, but, hey, I'm young yet, as you've been so quick to remind me at every opportunity." Nice to see you," I said, starting for the door."Sit down and have another cuppa," Maria said."Where's your Dad?" Who knows? I don't travel with Paul. Hey, c'mon! He allows me to drink coffee with the players."I sat down."You never called me," Maria said.I looked around to be certain we couldn't be overheard. "Phone sex isn't my bag," I told her."I'm not just talking about Monday. After that I masturbated by rubbing my cock to the wall. Then I waited patiently for another 15 minutes after masturbating. I was losing patience and I was drained of a wonderful masturbation after watching the fucking session of my mom with Kistappa on her marriage anniversary. But when I was about to leave to sleep, I could listen to the small gasp and low voices which are audible only if listened keenly. I could not see anything. I was tired too, so I went to sleep. When I got up it was. Usne mujhe uttha ke room mai legaya mere kaan mai usne bola 1 mahine se tune bohut terpaya aj O sab nikalunga. usne mujhe bister mai leta dia o mere siney ke upper beth gaya or mere moo mai apna lund dal dia or mujse chuswane lega uska lund mere pure moo mai nahi jaraha tha to usne mere naak ko bandh kar dia or aapna pura lund mere moo meh dal diiya or mera nak chor dia.thori der sash lene ke badh usne same phir se kia mai apne hath se use rook ne lagi to mujhe ek joroka chata para usne torider.