Miriam was left-handed and had a mean spin on the ball. The two quickly became inseparable. The pair of attractive blondes had a lot in common. Both w...re about the same height and weight. They both had the same hair coloring and they both had bright pretty blue eyes and a dazzling white smile that was quick to win the attention of any nearby male. These two women exuded sex from every pore of the flawless white skin but in a nice way not a slutty way. When Miriam wasn't on the tennis court or. His monster 4×4 truck sits in the parking lot next to my little bitty car, making it look like a ‘Hot Wheels’ toy. It’s a thought that crosses my mind every time I see the two vehicles together. One of my favorite times of the day is coming up. And it’s such a sad statement on my life but I can’t help it. When Mike loads me into his truck, he lifts me in his arms and sets me in the seat. And I revel in those few minutes of contact. I take my time to buckle up while he puts my chair in the back. He slowly pushed it up her hairless pussy, hearing a throaty moan in response. Once it was sufficiently lubricated he worked it up her tightest passage, and she couldn’t help but to pant and purr. ‘Feels so good, Alan. Yesssssss.’ ‘What did you call me?’ ‘Master,’ she quickly corrected. ‘Feels so good, Master.’ He couldn’t see her face because she was facing away and face down, but she was lit up like Shea Stadium for a night game. He gave her a playful swat on her rear and ordered her to turn. ”I felt good hearing this but said, “Don’t call me mother call me Deepa or Darling. Even you are soooo good. You know how to please a woman. You can fulfill her all desires. Even I am lucky woman to have you as husband and son.”He said “You are not a woman you are my goddess.”I understood what he meant “Yes. Come on fuck me again. Fuck the shit out of me. I can’t wait any longer. Make me scream. Fuck me till I pass out.” He had another idea, he said, “Mom, tell me what is a woman’s gift to her.