Hope thats OK' It's from her. But she never comes over. I take one last drag and put the stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring it inside. ... sit down back at my computer, open a blank page, and put fingers to keyboard to record my thoughts. My writing is interrupted- Knock knock knock then my phone vibrates in my pocket, sending shivers down my leg. 'Knock knock knock' it read. I open the door and there she stands, her face damp. It wasn't raining and her eyes were red, fresh from. He was moaning like, “Aahh…ah…ahhh, Saroja….naa lanja” (my prostitute).Then he made her lie down and slept on her and started inserting his 5.5-inch dick, and the dick was very thick. As soon as he inserted his dick my mom moaned,“Uff…ahh…ahhh..umm…ohh Ravi” and then he started fucking her like a sex hungry dog.My bitch mom kept on moaning, “Ahhhhh…ummmm…uffff…inka fast ga dengu (fuck me faster)…nenu nee lanja Sarojani (I am your prostitute Saroja).”He also sucked her pink pussy which had black. I slowly put my legs on her as I usually does this in my sleep and she too knows it. Then I directly placed my right hand on her boobs wow what an awesome feeling it was my erected penis was touching her ass and I slowly started pressing her boobs. It was like a sponge which is so soft.Suddenly she gave a jerk and I acted like I was asleep, still my hands are one her boobs. She wasn’t wake up so again I started pressing her boobs this time I am squeezing so hard and also I started to caress her. By the time Michelle had finished her reread, the warmth in her gut had already clenched, dampening the space hidden by black boy shorts. Sensitized by the words and by her own fingers gentle stroking, she was more than ready to find release. Checking the time made up Michelles mind for her, she would write just enough to have a good place to pick up from, then she would come back to her account after she finished. Fun thought- that- but she did have the best of intentions. She was just too.