Come in and I’ll talk to you about Mélanie ... Sorry about the mess, my husband went down to the diocese in Montreal and I grabbed the chance to cl...an up a bit. Would you prefer coffee, tea or something cold?”When Paul left after his week off, Mélanie felt listless, empty. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her; nothing was any different – the second week of the holidays were starting and the pub was as busy as ever. Megan had had to hire another girl as busboy to clear the tables. I felt my nipples get aroused and tent my tank top.“Tell me,” I said in my concerned motherly voice.“I’ll show you in a bit,” he said.“Ok, hurry up cuz I’m getting worried,” I said.After drinking his orange juice, he went upstairs and came back with his laptop.“Um, it’s this,” he said, placing the laptop in front of me.It displayed a health website with a paragraph to the left and a picture of the penile anatomy to the right. I quickly read the paragraph and looked worriedly at my son.“You have. Aaaaaaah korche.Aste aste amar bara ta dariye gelo, juthir gud e guto marchilo bara ta.juthi haaat bariye mutho kore dhorlo.hese bollo bara raja je abar chodon dite toiri dekhchi?Bollam tomar gud er gondhe beta dariye geche.Juthi bara te akta chor mere kopot rag dekhiye bollo ei beta dara, toke gud er ros khaoabo.Ami bollam oke pore khaoabe,age barar malik ke khaoao,Ektu dure sore 2 pa fak kore daralo juthi, komor ta samne thele dhore 2 haat e gud ta fak kore dhore bollo… Nao…. Khao, gud to fak. I slammed into her, reveling in the grip of her cunt. In the hot delight of her pussy gripping my dick. I groaned, pumping away at her. I fucked her with strength. Power. I buried into her again and again. My balls smacked into her. I loved the feel of her flesh. She squeezed about me. She held me tight. It was incredible to enjoy. I buried into her over and over again. I slammed to the hilt in her, reveling in the feel of her cunt squeezing around my cock.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that's.