"We had a nice talk," she said. "But it was just preliminary. Nothing to report. We're meeting again, later in the week. Bye!"She hung up! Damn, the w...man loved to tease me. Oh, I could call back, and she'd string it out a little, but I knew Betsy wouldn't have anything more significant to tell me, and I knew she wanted me to call back, just for the satisfaction. So, reluctantly, I let it pass.Four days later, she called me again -- in my office at the University. "How'd you know to call me. She moved her body in a slow up and down motion allowing my cock to slide effortlessly in and out of her cunt, her movements became faster and stronger as she felt another orgasm build in the depths of her uterus. She ground down hard on my pubic bone with her clit as she shuddered involuntarily to the throws of her pleasure. Moaning loudly she told me her pussy loved my rock hard cock deep inside her, my cock was pulsing inside her pussy as I rolled her onto her back and positioning myself. Secondly, though she was equally obviously of an older academic generation, she dressed like a woman who knew that she was a woman, not a neuter academic. She was wearing an autumn-y dress (though the weather was more like spring in New England -- and late spring at that), and her greying, once-auburn hair was neatly bobbed at just-above-shoulder length. And she was enormous.Not fat. Not really that tall. Maybe a tad under six feet, she must have weighed over 200 pounds. But every ounce was. MOM : please mujhe jaane do , chale jaoo ME : maa main kis muh se tujhse maafi maangu ,maaf karde mujhe maaI also started weepingMOM : humare beech ab kuch nahi raha , bhool ja sabME : Maa ek mauka de , maujhe samjhane de , mujhe khud pe sharm aa rahi hai , main jaan de doonga tune baat nahi ki toAt this her motherhood cried , she looked at me , and started weeping i was afraid my sis may comeME : ma raani aa jaayegi abhi to baat bhi nahi kar paoonga , mandir ke peeche chal ke ek baat bas ek.