With scribbles on all the right places, this place was hers. Her urban castle."Is he coming to the house-warming? I told him I wouldn't take no for an...answer." She walked over to where her kettle had been haphazardly plugged into her kitchenette, checked the water level and flicked the switch on. She hadn't touched a tea in hours."Yes." Lynne could practically hear the eyes rolling on the other end, "It's about the end of year statement. He said something about one of the audit trails not. She was young married and had one child who was 3 years old. Aarthi must be in her late 20’s. I assume my neighbor could not control telling Aarthi what she saw me doing, breaking all the promises we made to each other. After all it is difficult to expect a 55 years old lady to maintain secrecy. They love gossiping. Cant blame her for this. Aarthi called me one day and asked me some general questions about my well being. She called me one day to her house while no one was around, and. I clamp down on to my lips to stop from screaming. A single whimper and I had it. The number and intensity would increase to such a pitch that I wouldn't be able to bear. But some days I do exactly that. I love to be punished by my son.I never knew I loved to be punished and humiliated. I was a single parent. Living with my son. One day I was getting my cunt pounded by the milkman, in return to his favor of giving a few bottles of milk extra for my son, moreover I was horny like goat.My son. She slowly enveloped my dick, going up the bone, very slowly passing the head, and then her mouth was full. She quickly pulled her head back, and just as quickly shoved her face back into it. She did so again, quickening. My teacher was face fucking me. And it felt fucking amazing. Miss Fay soon pushed her boundaries and began deep throating, moving her face so that her nose felt my body. My teacher was deepthroating me. And it felt fucking amazing. ‘I’m…going to…cum…’ I (again proud of my.