But for that I wanted a friend to talk to. I couldn't talk to anyone at Franks or ITI; it was about whether the Managing Director should resign or not... I couldn't talk to Ralph, it wouldn't be fair on him, and anyway he would be biased. I cursed that Keith Walters was now in San Diego, I even wondered about flying out to see him for a long weekend. Mum was no good, Len might be a possibility, but they were down in Australia and I needed to talk, face to face. But then I suddenly had a. "You have to wank them out one at a time" she had been told by the Supervisor and sure enough the action was just like giving a guy a hand job. She pulled and pulled on the skin as the sausages filled and began to imagine herself as a high class escort, accompanying businessmen to posh do's and giving them what their prim and proper wives wouldn't afterwards.She pictured her fantasy, tall and muscular, a west indian businessman in town for a conference. She would meet him in the bar of his. 5 inch cock at my mums pussy and plunged it straight in FUCK SHES WET he said after a few strokes he withdrew pulled the panties from my mums arse and wiped his cock and her pussy with them then shoved them back up her arse FUCK THIS BITCH IS DRIPPING he said and continued to fuck her after a couple of minutes he swapped places with his friend and he too stripped naked he had a 10 inch cock and he jammed it straight in her pussy right to the hilt my mum screamed a loud YES FUCK ME he hammerred. 2” gori,gol chehra,patle lips kaamuk features,lambe baal,maang mein sindoor aur shareer bhara bhara tha baalon Ko wo baandh ke jooda bana leti thi shampoo karne se pehle aksar baalon mein tail lagati thi. Gol moti si gaand peeche ko nikli hui thi jab wo chalti thi to saree pehenne ke bawjood unki gaand jelly ki tarah jiggle karti thi mommy medium aakaar ke they roz subah mummy mul mul ke nahati thi aur apne feet scrubber se saaf karti thi unke haath aur feet bahut soft they unke feet chotey.