You pretty much know the rest." I thought it was 'Barbie' now?"Richard sighed, again. "Yes, it is. I'm not ... quite in the habit of that yet."And I'm...not sure I like that one."Are you kidding? She totally looks like a barbie doll. The girls are probably downstairs dreaming up crazy outfits for her to wear. 'Church-Barbie', 'Homemaker-Barbie' and 'PTA-Barbie', I'll bet they all give everyone heart attacks!"Richard nodded. "Yes, there will be questions, no doubt." Don't worry, brother. We'll. I was very much eager in seeing her again and was going mad.The next day, I went to housewarming function again with my colleagues in the afternoon only to see the maami. We went to the function straight from the office, gave a small gift and went for lunch. I was again saddened since I did not find a trace of maami and time was also running fast.While walking to the chatra (lunch hall), a small hand on my head, made me turn and I saw her baby boy sitting on her mom’s hips laughing at me. I. Pretty please, Frank! I need it. Your cream is the bestest! Feed my pussy!”“Yes,” he snarled. His hand seized my hips and slammed me all the way down his cock. I savored him buried to the hilt in me, reaching so deep. My back arched, pressing my pillowy mounds against him. My nipples throbbed as his hips bucked up. And then the first wonderful pulse of his cum.His cream flooded my hungry pussy. Blast after blast. Sooooo much cream just for me. Another spasm shuddered through my pussy. I. She did not mention her husband or how they met, but I knew the story when Mr. Jennings taught our lame sex education class.I let her talk and answered the questions she asked about me and my life away from school but I mostly listened to her. I may have been an arrogant kid but I was always a good listener and not narcissistic to talk a lot about myself. She would ask about girls I dated or more exactly about girls I had sex with, but I avoided talking about them and Mrs. Jennings would get.