To dear mae ek din apni ek student saira ko pathanay uss kay ghar gaya to woh ghar mae akeli thi mae nae kaha ka ajj pathna haye yae phir chooti karen...tou kah nay lage i sir ami abu kah kar gaye thay kay tum sir ko andar bula kar path lena … Agar humay daer hoo jaye… Ku k uss kay exam bhi hone wale thay….Maye andar gaya or us ko patha nay laga …. Thori daer mae woh kuch lenay kay leye juhuki to uss kay boobs mujhe nazar aye… Mae unn ko dekhta he rah gaya…itnay sidool or perfect bboobs…wow….uper. We are lost, now. Our pens are now alien and foreign creatures forever to sleep on dusty parchment. But while you mourn the corpse of our Creatress, I fear that the situation grows ever worsening for us. Our physical lives are far from over, and I regret that while we may live on, we shall be but husks as love letters, novels, poems, stories, tales: they will all be lost to us. Decades from now, when we think ourselves healed from this rift in our souls, have near forgotten this communion of. He wasn't allowed to move too quickly, as she loved the idea that the waitress might see them before he could slide them back to his side of the table and into his trouser pocket.While she settled up the tab, he left quietly to go the washroom. He had to put on the thong she had chosen and simply discard the boxers he had worn. It was a ritual by now while it had really embarrassed him the first time, making him frightfully aware of the possibility of panty-lines under his suit pants, now it. Oh God, Michael, I love your cock in my ass, I screamed. Promise me you will never stop using Mommy. That is one promise I know I can keep, he laughed between deep hard thrusts. He fucked me deep and hard for a while until my orgasm was inevitable. Oh yes, Michael, I looooooove yooooooou, I screamed like the slut I was, as I came from being ass fucked from my son. I love you too, Mom, he replied, even as he continued hammering away as my orgasm coursed through me. Fill my ass with your cream,.