Main room me baith kar wait kar raha tha or soch raha tha kya hoga aaj. Tabhi wo kamre me aai, per kewl towel lapete hue, main dekhta rah gaya, poocha...kya irada hai to neetu ne kaha nahane ja rahi hu,per main hosh kho baitha tha or uske paas jaker uske baalon me haath dal kar use deewar se sata diya. Or kiss karne laga,wo v mujhe kiss karne lagi or or apne dono haatho ko mere neck me fasa liya. Apni aankhen band karke mujhe kiss karte rahi, or main kiss karte hue apne ek haath ko uske thighs. Then I told them about her need for a shower, and the duffle bag. My guess was that she was couch-surfing. That was where you go from friend-to-friend sleeping on their couch."Mom, this is beyond me. She doesn't want to talk to me. Can you talk to her after dinner?"Mom may say whatever was on her mind, and it sometimes came across as uncaring. She was not like that at all. If Sun needed help, she would move mountains to help her."Just so I am clear, you are not interested in her as more than a. “Oh God it has been so long” she sighed “that’s a good boy. Get me nice and wet and ready for you”.Her moaning intensified and I surprised when she threw head back and squealed. “Yes Yes Yes” she squealed as she obviously had an orgasm. “I so want you boy” she said breathlessly and immediately got down on her knees with her body resting on the couch. “Take me boy. Make me your bitch” she shouted, the urgency in her voice was unmistakable. My pussy with trembling as I watched the Great Dane. The Divine Ruler of his soul.The Governess of his masculine spirit,And the Author of his manly brawn.We are here to poeticize this message of risqué love to you my dear.We love to sensually pleasure feminine beauties.We erotically bring them to new sexual heights with our lessons.We take them to new places with our divine romance, And we rapture them most indeed from the past that they have endured.This is our poem.This is our psalm.This is our story.This is our song.Will you absorbingly read.