Fuck Priya, the bitch. Fuck me,” she pleaded. Rani plaed with her own pussy, watching us. ” Fuck the bitch, Jay, Priya loves you. The bitch loves ...er son’s cock moving in her pussy…Make her cum with your cock…she loves it….Fuck her good, see how the bitch raises her beautiful ass.” I felt Mom’s cunt squeeze my cock, milk it. I fucked her slowly, trying to prolong the fucking as much as I could. Then I built up speed, ramming all my meat into mom’s eager cunt and our bodies slapped against each. My mind returned to Nancy. Those men on site, they’d come to terms with Nancy, at least some of them had and influenced their colleagues. She’d won their respect without apparently trying as far as I am aware, and those guys had made it quite clear that she was accepted. Bloody amazing! There wouldn’t have been a meeting with handclapping and presentation of a lapel pin or something like that. She’d just noticed that when she’d checked on their work they would have stood aside smiling, rather. "When I decided to bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune at your disposal; then your existence would have been free and happy. But now I am ruined." I know it, Mr. Fogg," replied Aouda; "and I ask you in my turn, will you forgive me for having followed you, and-who knows?-for having, perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?" Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could only be. After Disney World, when I had returned home, I was a wreck. I tried and tried again to call her, hoping she would just pick up and tell me everything was okay. A few times, someone DID pick up. I would say, ‘Hello? Hello?’ repeatedly and get NO response. One time when I called and someone picked up and I would not talk, I got VERY upset and emotional, after saying ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ several times I said, quote, ‘Why won’t you fuckin talk to me!!!!!’ and I THREW the cell phone which.