But never had a wildest dream of me fucking her. The words from kartik kindled that thought in my mind.I reached home, mom opened the door. Mom was in...a green saree as it was day time. She looked so hot to me. I wanted to kiss her pink lips and fuck her right away. “So late. And why do you smell bad? Did you drink?” was her first question as soon as he saw me interrupting my thought process. I replied ” nothing ma. Just slept off late” and immediately escaped to my room.Locked my room and began. We were soon coated in sticky pungent semen. Mom seemed to be having issues of her own. When I started coming, her hand stopped pumping me and moved down to her crotch where she started rubbing herself. I could feel the back of her hand against my balls. She was quivering over and over.Finally, it seemed I had stopped. Mom's hand reappeared sliding up between us to check on my cock, which was still hard."Let's see," she said breathlessly. Her hand was in the sea of goo that now was sealing us. I would encourage it's continuance anyway you can. Especially, I would create an area where the groups can meet in inclement weather. As they are all very disappointed when it rains, besides the danger of lightning to those who continue to meet under the trees despite the rain. The area should be large and open, but with many large circles of seats. There should be planters and small trees in the area. Like a domed pavilion, with lots of skylights. I myself will pledge the first million dollars. The guy arched his brow, but kept his smile. It occurred to me the guy just didn't have social skills, meaning no offense. "I shouldn't think everyone is a jerk. Let's show a little more tolerance." Solon, that's me." Thought so," the man said, remaining casual and seeming to enjoy himself. "The doctor will be along soon."He left Merritt and me in a small consultation room with a conference table and a mirror. Looking at the mirror, I noted my long hair and the healthy, tanned hue of my.