The subject of sex came up. How, I’ll never know, but it did. I told her about the erotic stories that I had written. She asked, if she could read o...e. Well it so happened I had brought a couple of stories along with me in the hopes that she would be interested! Bronte, read a rather descriptive story of exhibitionism and sexy lingerie between two young lady clients and a salesman that worked in a miniskirt boutique. After she read that particular story she turned to me and said, “I see that. I reached over to her butt, and started to fondle it. I got my hand inside her panties, and probed in near her pussy.“Oooh, I love that, Robbie, go deeper, please?”As I did, she got more aggressive with my dick. I was near my point of no return, as I moved from her pussy to her ass.She got her mouth on the end of my dick and was tickling my balls, and I came, and came, and came some more.She seemed to get all of it, swallowing more than once. I couldn’t believe what just happened, but it did.. , just how often would you do this ifI let you? And tell me the truth Ellen. How often would I see this...newdaughter I have, if I let you do it whenever you wanted?"It just popped out. I didn't hesitate, didn't think about it, didn'tponder the ramifications or anything else, I just said it. "As often aspossible I guess." Then I realized what I had said, and tried to retractsome of it. "What I mean is, not all the time mom, just once in awhile...once in a great while."While neither mom or. It was as seeing the queen of ‘hotness’. And the fact she was wearing yoga pants made her ass even more bootylicious.I asked the watchman who she was and he told me that she was a college professor and her name was Kamini. He also told me that she taught history at the university and she was divorced. The moment I heard that she was divorced, I fixed my target and I made it my mission to fuck her.Every morning I used to stand below the society building when she went to the gym and she seemed.