Anyways, continuing the story,She: (laughed) haan ye to hai, maza to khub aega.The topic also seemed to end and she went to upper berth and I was prep...ring to sleep. It was already 10. After some 10-15 min, she bent from her berth and asked me to come to her berth. I was surprised but climbed. She looked a little worried.Me: kya hua?She: kuch nai, ek bat batao, is having sex seriously not a big deal?Me: nahi yar, sabka apna apna point of view hai, if you want you can have it. It is just. ” To all this, not a word of answer; I sat mute, confounded, terrified.Mrs. Jones, however, judging rightly that it was time to strike while the impressions were so strong upon me, left me to myself and to all the terrors of an imagination, wounded to death by the idea of going to prison, and, from a principle of self-preservation, snatching at every glimpse of redemption from it.In this situation I sat near half an hour, swallowed up in grief and despair, when my landlady came in, and. When I stepped out of the shower, Mikayla was there in full drag. She was gorgeous. “Wow, Mikayla. You look great!” “And I’m going to make you look sexy too, girl. Except, I’m guessing you want a more natural look don’t you. Like your just another girl at the bar?” “Yeah, I think I would prefer that.” “Okay, we can do that. Next step: put this softening lotion your skin. You want to be silky and smooth before we get you dressed.” I rubbed the lotion on my skin and could feel it softening. I was. Oh shit!"Uhh…" I stammered as I tried to think of a way to avoid getting up."What are you stuck or something?" my mom said with a giggle.Kinda, actually, ya.I decided I just needed to go for it. I grabbed the bottom of my skirt, quickly pulling it back down in unison with my standing. My body twitched as dad's cock popped out of me and a steady stream of cum along with it. I hurried over to my mother and hugged her as my dad's sperm dribbled down my leg."I love you, mom." I love you too.