Well enough that I've been able to download some books, but I'm not yet the savior who brought streaming television (and porn) to our obscure little i...land. Instead there's just been lots of reading, which is probably good for me. Been reading more romance novels than I've ever read in my life. Exactly of the type you're thinking of, yeah. Romance in name only. I am accordingly embarrassed, but not ashamed.That's not all I'm reading, but it's nice and mindless when I need something to get. Before moving, he finally checked if she was awake. She wasn’t.And now, with one complete movement, he pushed his cock more in. He couldn’t put it in completely, but about 70% of his cock was inside his Mom now. Her juices had acted as a lubricant in the movement. And Anil was completely in a different zone now!“What are you doing?!” shrieked Malini. “Oh,” and she also moaned at the same time. Anil didn’t stop. He couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to. Lust was flowing through his veins,. Oh no! They set a number that makes all of us scramble, covet our neighbor's job and work for next to nothing just to have a job! Are you with me brothers and sisters?" When are we going to do something about it?" A man in the third row yelled."We voiced our grievance last year and they still haven't listened!" Another voice in the fifth row cried out."What do we want!" the speaker on the podium called out."More jobs!" A dozen or so voices responded."I can't hear you!" the speaker called out at. “It’s so good, baby,” I cooed, trying to catch my breath, “your cock’s so good.”It didn’t dawn on me that my son called me a slut and I couldn’t recall a time when another guy had called me that. I didn’t care though. I was a slut. I was his slut. And I wanted to be his slut.I bounced on him harder and faster, thrusting my hips forwards and backward and around in circles over him. The squishy sound of his cock repeatedly penetrating my soaking wet vagina was muffled by my moans of pleasure. It.