Thursday afternoon at two o'clock I was listening to her voicemailmessage. "You have reached the office of Cynthia Jacobs. I am either on my phone ora...ay from my desk. Please leave your name, date, time of day, yourtelephone number, and a brief message, and I will return your call as soonas possible. Thank you for calling...." "Hello. Bill Johnson. I received your note. How did you get my address?Give me a call. Use my cell 838-383-8383."My phone vibrated at a quarter past three."Hi! It's. ” i laughed like a villain “no i will not do anty thing but give me youself ……saying this i strted rubbing her lips, she tried to push me, remember she is tall and strong but i gave her big blow once again to her head, she started crying……””eddi polayidichi ente kude kidanno allangigal pootil njan karpooram kathikkum”(bitch sleep with me or i will burn agarbathi in your pussy) i shouted in local language. She was crying but passion rulled me her posture standing trying to cover her breast made. I felt some spurt out around my cock. I held my position as long as I could. Only relaxing a bit after I felt the last spurt of cum. My cock still firmly inside of her, Ms. Betty looked up at me and smiled a haggard smile. She was panting and out of breath and so was I. I smiled down at her and then leaned forward and gave her a kiss. “Good thing I can’t get pregnant,” she said after our kiss. “If I could, that would have done it.” We both laughed. There was a gentle knock at the door. We both. My mom had taken to joining us for a few laps in the pool on a regular basis which always made me kind of mad. The guys spent at least 20 minutes after she would go back inside ragging on me about my mom and how good she looked in a swimsuit. Talking about her tits and asking me if she still let me suck them like when I was a baby. So as a result of my mother's activities I would spend some of my time telling my friends to "shut the fuck up!" on a daily basis. The group of young studs I hung.