So he was saying what all he will do to my mom if he gets to fuck her. All those comments made me so high and I desperately wanted to see my friend fu...king my mother. So I told him, “No matter what, I will handle things and will be off great help to you, dude”. So we began to work on it.Days passed by, Karthik’s visit to my home was even more frequent. Also, his rapport with mom increased. He began to help her with some kitchen stuff like arranging the vessels and cutting the vegetables. I also. She loved sucking cock and her hubby did not like it at all. He would let her rub his cock sometimes but nothing more and she loved the taste of a cock after it fucked her cunt. His cock was super hard and he grabbed her and bent her over the side of a chair and spread her ass wide and pushed first a finger in her ass and fucked her then he pulled his finger out and placed his cock to her asshole and started to push in. She was tight and warm and he wanted to fuck that ass hard and deep. He. .." Soon it became very uncomfortable, withgurgles inside and some cramping. "...nine, ten,eleven..." Amy had to stop. She felt as if she wassweating, shaking, and her belly must be swollen bynow. Everyone was watching. They would neverlet her stop. Some water was leaking out aroundthe hose, wetting her left hand, which held it in. "Twelve, thirteen, ahhh!, fourteen, uhhgh, fifteen."She quickly squatted on the toilet and released thehose, which slid out and flopped in the bowl,followed. Just to survive. Years latter, when her last marriage ended, she took back the name from when she had been happiest. Rose Kipner was Rose Smith. She was a resident of the Twin Oaks Retirement center. It was only ten miles away. I paused then. I wanted so badly to go at that very moment, but what would I say to her. That I was a fan who just happened to be born decades after she had stopped dancing. That I was a college student doing an essay on vaudeville seemed a lame reason to disturb.