The office building was empty and very quiet. The air conditioning was switched off and it was very warm inside. His office had a large room with a hu...e desk, expensive furniture and lots of impressive law books everywhere. We undressed and he brought me to the office kitchen to clean ourselves with water. Then he embraced me, started kissing me with a lot of force. I was not really expecting this but he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I tried to enjoy it but it was not easy. His moustache was. I kissed her and whispered in front of her lips “Happy Mother’s day maa!” and with this statement, I started fucking her. Mom started moaning ‘Oh god! Jaanu fuck me on Mother’s day morning! Be the good son you are uuuuuuummm ummmmm!” I kept on pounding her for the next 15 minutes. When about to climax she moaned “Baby lets cum together alright! Cum deep inside, I want as much baby batter as you can give!” With a sex filled scream, we both climaxed together and this time I shot my load way. “How soon will you get tired of that one as you do all the other?" sighed Danny.“Well... I don't think that I will do that soon." If only he had bothered to take his nose out of the newspaper Danny would have seen her eyes so bright and sparkling, her face rapturous, her hand unthinkingly dropping to her crotch.Now the house was quiet. Danny at work, her chores done, Vicky took the black box from its hiding place. She had quite deliberately hidden it so that if her husband had been curious, a. ..but having sex with Mara was like a dream come true; and I have to say I enjoyed it in a way that was quite different from my previous experiences with African women. In one way, sex is just sex. It's basically the same no matter the woman; except that with Mara, the very fact that she was 1.) married; and 2.) white, imparted a very different type of intensity! Jamal and I both knew that this would likely be the first, and the only time either of us would ever get such an opportunity; and we.