Then suddenly I heard a loud screaming sound coming from the kitchen. Both the bedroom doors were locked and dad and sister had not yet woken up at th...t time.I got up and went to see what had happened. I saw a hilarious scene. My mom was jumping and shouting because she had seen a cockroach on her saree. She was shaking her pallu to escape from the cockroach and when her pallu dropped down, I got a shock. Mom was not wearing a blouse and she had worn only her bra.Now, I understood why she had. It was 2am and the girls had arrived just after 11pm. They'd each taken well over 6 loads each, the majority into their arses but their faces had also been covered in our cum too. Despite knowing there would be no more guys tonight I couldn't help but wonder how many Christine would take on. "What's the maximum guys you'd be willing to fuck at once?" I asked. "Right now I think I could take on as many as you could get"."Give us a number" one of my mates added"If they were all young, weren't. Jason took the materials and his beer and went to a small table next to the bar. He wrote a note explaining who he was, reminding him about their encounter and briefly bringing him up to date on what had happened since then. Jason finally said his wife had agreed to meet him or Tom, if either of them was still interested, and see what happens. He also explained about her concern with diseases and that she had refused to have sex with him since then until the other night. Finally, Jason wrote. There is no mystery, but Ithink still that 'Casey at the Bat' is an example of poetry that hasbecome popular." You mean like 'T'was the Night Before Christmas,' Miss Enright?" askedWanda Phelps.The class laughed, and I thought the tension had been lifted.It was now Paul's turn to recite. He stood in front of class, and heglared at me, pausing before he started."I was going to do Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet, 'How do I lovethee,' and dedicate it to my special friend. But, now, I think.