At 2 in the morning there was a knock at my door. An Uber driver said the lady in the back seat passed out and he couldn't wake her up. So I picked he... up and carried her into the house. She was wearing a skimpy dress and I noticed that her panties were gone. When I laid her down, I noticed that there was cum dripping our of her pussy and down her thigh. I wondered if her Uber driver had a little fun. I was a little upset, but really turned on at the same time. I had fantasized about what it. We have a two bedroom apartment which my company has provided me. Before shifting to this place we had only one bedroom where we slept in different beds. In my new apartment it was my idea that mom sleeps in the other bed room as I wanted that mom should have undisturbed sleep when I work till late midnight sometimes. So there is only one bed in mom’s room which is not big enough for 2 people to sleep comfortably without touching each other. As mom wanted me to be there with her I had no. Anyway, plans to get her invaded my feverish brain, one plan more fantastic than the other. Bad plans, too. Let me tell you from one experienced fucker to one sad wimp: never embrace a plan unless it is simple. And never go for an opportunity unless you can make the most of it. After all, it might be your only chance.Don't plan for a quickie, Eric. It is so much wasted energy for nothing. Go with the flow: plan around natural opportunities as soon as they arise. Eliminate surprises, keep it. My abuse by the Dungeon Master was followed only a few hours later by the use and abuse of Lord Dunnington and left me with painful weals from the whip and torn, abused pudenda--ah, unh, cunt parts. The bouncing ride on the rough dirt track of road was nigh on to unendurable.True to Sheenan's predictions, I was on the first leg of my journey to Granada, Spain via the seaport of Ipswich in County Suffolk. That's north and east of my home village in the vicinity of where the North Sea becomes the.