Don't you dare get me to do somethingsince we're so far from home, either," Kris laughed. "Let's finishunpacking. Matter of fact, you help me and get ...y things neat and straightlike your things."I had to laugh, "You see one of the advantages of living with me already." Yeah and you'll keep us half way decent." My side will be decent. You're on own and won't have Mommy to pick yourclothes and trash up," I laughed and felt a little more at ease. Ifinished in no time and migrated over to help Kris. I went back, and decided on a dhoti and a t-shirt and no jockeys inside and put on my sandals and rang their door bell. Her mother opened the door, she was about 60 years old quite good looking in an old fashioned way, she smiled and said “Please come in Mr Madan, Malathi is so much full of praise for you, I do not know what you did to her, anyway I have not seen her looking so happy in such a long time”.I was sitting in their drawing room; I could see the kitchen behind her mother who was. Tammy spent the next twenty minutes rubbing as much of my sticky goo as she could rub on her belly. She used some to rub her huge breast. I watched as she scooped up some to lick her fingers with. “That would take Doug a month to produce that much Buck. Your incredible. I will be right back. I need to use the bathroom.” Said Tammy. She walked passed me as I turned my head to look for the cam cord er. I slowly walked toward it, my cock swinging back n forth in front of the lens. I could. Any content that is similar to real life events is merely coincidence.)My name is Mike Decker, and I'm a senior in high school. The only bad thing about my high school? It's a spare bedroom in my house, that my mom converted to a classroom. You see, when my twin sister Molly and I were born, my mom read all the parenting books. ALL of them. She decided that, because public schools aren't quite the best academically and private schools cost an arm and a leg, and typically try to cram in.