Doesn't matter where, or who or when. I just want to be able to watch every moment of it. In addition to being a sex addict, I will make you a cum add...ct too. I will cum in your milk bottle, the one you use for pouring milk into tea. Binu and I don't drink tea, only you do. So every day when you drink tea, you will be drinking little bit of my cum. Sometimes, I may get Prem to masturbate into it. I think you'll like that. Won't you mom? I'm sure you would, you sexy whore! I love you mom."With. " Sudan?" He was suddenly rigid with attention. "Sudan? You mean, in Africa?" Yes." How long will you be gone?" I have a one-year contract."He was flabbergasted. "But what about me? And the children? You can't leave for a year!" It's a good job," I explained. "I've always wanted to be a missionary. This is my chance to be one. That was a lie. I wasn't going to Sudan as a missionary, but I described the job in terms he could understand. "It's just a year. The children are in college and they. . It’s ... I KNOW it sounds strange because it really IS, but I love it.”“Wow! I didn’t think shi ... stuff like that happened in real life,” Mimi opined.“I dunno if it’s real life or not, but I’m gonna stay with it until I wake up, if it’s a dream.”“So what were you doing in Florida?”“Helping Mom and Dad. Their last baby bird flew the nest when my sister got married. They had a big house – too big – and wanted something cozier, so they bought one. I helped them move.”“That explains a lot,” she. "Honey, you're somethin else." She says with a chuckle. "Get up off the floor. It's time to put my New Year's load in your ass so that your dream comes true and you spend all next year gettin your ass plowed."She helps him off the floor and leads him into her bedroom. The TV is on with the sound down low and someone marginally famous is bundled up talking into a microphone on Times Square. The countdown clock reads f******n minutes and fifty six seconds."Think you can make it?" Sugar, when that.