D. and that hairstylist money.’ ‘I’m a fucking barber. Do you see me perming your mom’s hair? Bitch.’ ‘Dude, Relax… Spread the word on...Facebook, text fools, text every single chick we know. I’ll trick D’arcy into inviting her hot little fun-sized friends too. Then after networking this party socially, go get the keg. Dos Equis Ambe–‘ ‘Coors Light. Maybe if I styled hair too I could afford Dos Equis.’ ‘But Dos Equi–‘ ‘COORS Light.’ ‘Okay fine, Coors Light. But Mayans, Mexican beer… It. I use yahoo. Good or bad I am not so romantic. I am not too much sexually oriented and believe in relations that are friendly and occasional sex with no emotional attachments. This has always helped me. Once I came across a girl in chat room Mumbai central or something. When I started taking to her with little follow up, she sounded that she is from Bangalore. I asked her why she is in Mumbai room. She didn’t reply. We continued for almost 1 hour and at the end she replied to my question saying. Slowly Tammy kept pushing until all of the large cock was in Mom’s pussy. Her clit was so hard that it stuck out like a tiny penis. I leaned in and licked my tongue across it causing Mom to squeal out and jump. She moaned out for Tammy to fuck her good. Her hands went to the back of my head as I placed my mouth over her clit and started licking and sucking. Tammy was fucking Mom hard with the giant toy while Mom was thrusting into my mouth so hard it was hurting my lips but I was not. ”“You mean, for sex? A prostitute?”She shook her head up and down affirmatively, “But not like you’re probably thinking. I mean pre-arranged dates, dinner, maybe dancing, I’m thinking about a romantic evening, then back to my hotel.”I didn’t have any idea what to say. It was shocking what my wife was telling me…she wants to be a prostitute, sex with strangers for money! I knew I should have been outraged at her, but it sounded hot as hell to me. How the hell can you be rational when your hot.