What did that mean anyway? I think I knew, but was unwilling to admit it. So I concentrated on watching my wife impale herself with his cock and bounc... her ass up and down. Her moaning and the dirty talk between the two was even hotter than the last time they were together. I shot another load. This one smaller than the last but just as satisfying. My wife sounded like she was having multiple orgasms. Greg was like a machine, no sign he was ready to cum. Another line was then crossed. He asked. Maybe, just maybe there might be something there. Itwouldn't hurt to ask."Cindy, do you think Mark might want to become a model?" I don't know, he never mentioned it." How did you find out he was so pretty?" It was by accident. I went to his house and his mother called me upstairs and it was just after she had put mascara on him." Why would she do that?" He told me it was a game he and his mother have been playing since hewas a little boy because his lashes were so long. It was just a game. She had only a pair of panties underneath which was silky and as transparent as her nightie. “They are sucking each other”, she said.“Yeah, in a sixty-nine”, I replied.“Have you ever done that REKHA? I mean are you a …” I asked innocently.REKHA gave me a stern look. But in a moment, it changed and she smiled, “No, have never done it. I am still a virgin and I guess you are same too,” she replied.“Yes. But I do jerk off once a while.” I sort of confessed a great guilt.“So do I,” she said,” and. ”I’ve heard him saying that now since morning and it’s at the least the tenth time at that.“It won’t kill you.”“It’ll feel like it though.”I’m probably as ticked about the storm as he is as I’d had plans to do some hiking in the woods at the edge of town but there is no way so I’m stuck here just like he is. The hours dragged by for him while I manage to keep busy studying.Getting to dinner was a challenge as the storm had increased. We are bundled up against the cold. Getting to the student.