Mom was similarly obedient, and though she was reluctant to take Randy’s beautiful cock out of her mouth, she didn’t hesitate to take my tongue in...its place.I could smell Randy’s cock on her breath, and just spurred me on further, as I made out with my Mom like ... well, like she was Randy myself. Our hands started roaming over each other’s bodies, and I have to admit, the fact that we were doing this only to turn Randy on wasn’t the only thing that got me hot.There was something about the. Bazaars that had been centers of commerce with teeming crowds, were now made up of furtive individuals rushing from kiosk to kiosk. Shop owners were shooing customers away, when more than four or five customers tried to buy at their booths at the same time. The streets of Baghdad were a reflection of the economic shambles of the rest of Iraq.Husam followed his guide into the shell of a building that had been long abandoned. One corner of the building had collapsed from an explosion; the. One day she read a story that spoke to her, to her very core. It talked aboutsubmission, Masters, and the responsibilities of both in a relationship. Shecould not help herself. She thought about this Man for days, watching to seeif he wrote anything more. He did! What he wrote just confirmed what she felt.Now what to do?! Then, amidst the flurry of responses she had gotten to her profile, she receivedone that stood out. It was from the Man who had spoken to her in his stories.She read his. "MMMM." She hummed and just as I was ready to let go, she took my cock out and let it spray over her full pendulous breasts."Oh my god, Mrs. K, I am so sorry." I didn't know what else to say. I felt as if I had spat at her."Sorry for what, dear." She said as she played with my sperm and rubbed it into her skin as if it were more lotion."Joe's going to be back soon." So?" She said."Well shouldn't we get dressed?" I reached for my jockeys."Oh Jack, you've so much to learn." Just then Joe came.