Could I have a word with you, maybe over a coffee?"He pointed at the diner behind them and Cliff nodded. His eyes took in the California plates of the...Mercedes, the leather interior of the car, and he suspected the man to be a lawyer working for Hugh Dumont. He'd pay for his own coffee he decided. They sat down at a table."Well, Mr. Corning, what can I do for you?" Mr. Henson, I am a music producer. To be more precise, I am Kylie McAdam's producer and agent, for the last three years or so.. The young monk could see that the kneeling woman was tall. Vicki was, in fact, only two inches short of six feet. He could see also that she was a very shapely, if somewhat plump, young lady. After being protected so carefully, the eighteen year old was almost completely innocent and, in that innocence, she was wearing a comfortable but snug-fitting stretch jogging suit that outlined every curve and fleshroll of her large body.Hearing the rustling behind the drapes, the girl assumed that the. I said, “Et tu Brutus.” She apologized for it, sat near me and began talking. She asked, “You are tired.” I nodded my head. She added, “Please do not tell my parents about my smoking. I will do anything for you.” I laughed at her and said, “I will not tell them anyway but why are you awake so late? Now go to sleep.” She said, “You mind if I sit in your lap for a while.” I allowed her. She positioned her head on my thighs facing me and lay down on the haystack.Priyanka was getting naughty, “It. “ Squeeze them Mom, squeeze my balls,”. She started squeezing my balls. “Your gonna milk my balls dry Mom. We are going to fuck until you have had all the cum those babes can make aren,t you….aren,t you?. “Yes” she replied. “ Yes what?” I answered. She looked directly at me “ I am going to bloody fuck your balls dry” she replied. Those words coming out of my Moms mouth was so erotic. I French kissed her, then took her hand and started towards my parents bedroom.I entered the room, Mom.