I didn’t say anything, as I knew I am gone. He won’t stop withoutfucking me and brought my hand and held his throbbing prick."Ab apne moo mein cho...so isse" Sir said gripping my hairs. I didn’t respond to the same, as Ihad never done the same before. Paresh sir held his cock and started hitting on my cheeks Ipleaded him, to which he hit his cock hard on my nose, which really hurted me “jo bolta huwvo karneka, samzi kay”.I had no option other then taking his huge cock in my mouth. The moment it. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and give myself to him. But thoughts like those were ludicrous, and immature. I was nothing more than a bit of amusement and arousal for a night. Wanting more was a precarious desire. What seemed like hours was actually a quick fifteen minute drive. Not even locking the door on my car, I fled to my apartment and up the stairs. Vincent would probably be late I realized, he always was. Busting through my apartment door I made way for my bedroom.. I recognised Beatrice's stratergem andsecretly thanked her later."Hey girls!" she giggled. "Look at this," she squealed as we sharedbiscuits and chocolate."What?" demanded Lucy as she bent down over Bea's shoulder. "Oh my gosh!Is that for real?" she gasped."It says so in the article."Charlotte and Betty scrambled to stare and the four of them fell togiggling as Beatrice read out the article aloud. I arrived as shefinished the article and Lucinda showed me the article."What d'you think Martie?". What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I.