At the same time, I started to have some weird stalker fantasies about him. Where did he come from? Who was he? These thoughts were so compelling that...I was obsessed by my own erotic dreams about him.With a good deal of trepidation I started to investigate, just by myself through an internet service, and I was surprised how quickly I was able to discovered who he actually was, where he lived, where he worked, what he did for his free time, everything.Amazingly, it turned out that he lived not. I replaced the batteries in my camera after nearly an hour of my mom being banged by all of their stiff pricks and I continued to film as Shawn covered my mom’s face with long streams of white jizz while Hondo and JJ continued to stretch out Brandy’s well used openings. I got a great close up of my mom’s facial and filmed her as she swallowed a large load that had filled her mouth. She continued to moan out loudly as I panned down to film one large white dick and another large black dick while. Just a flick of his wrist caused the paddle to spank solidy and painfully. She had gone limp, her head falling down and her tears making a puddle on the floor. He finished with spanks to the skin close to her anus on both sides. She would really feel these when she walked for the next few days. Her sobs decreased some when the spanking stopped until he fingered her sore clitoris. He rubbed her bottom a few times, used a hand towel to wipe her face and let her blow her nose, and then he told. To this she just told her email address and my own personal email address. I realized that this is my dearest pen friend Silu.For some minutes I was totally speechless. I just let her into the room in my stupor. I then closed the door and embraced her in my happiness. She was also quite happy to see Me. She then narrated me how she searched through my previous mails and found out from a mail where I had mentioned about this hotel where I usually stay during my Mumbai tour. Her painstaking.