It's called stalking. Most women don't seem to find this sort of attention appealing.During my drive I must have thought of a hundred reasons why this...trip was a really stupid and bad idea. Many of the reasons were even good ones. On the other hand, I had just one reason on the plus column — I just needed to see her again. I just felt that I'd never be complete in my heart until I had found her once again, just one more time, even briefly if necessary. Somehow, one bad reason seemed far more. Herpussy was squeezing my penis so tightly that I was about to come. She wasmoaning and saying yes fuck me break my pussy, make me your dicks slave, cum inme ahhhhha and her bad talk was making me more excited.She was sitting above me and Iwas lying on bed and her pussy was facing me and she came with a huge moancovering my face with her juice it was so tasty and hot and then she bent on me and gave her nipple in mouth and asked me to suck it. I wasat my limit and my mom realized it and said. I thought he was joking or something.“And how are you little Jeanette?” John asked.“And I'm the sweet baby in that scenario?” I asked.“Maybe,” John replied right before he laughed a little.Then we kissed once and enjoyed our time alone for a little while, but of course big Jeanette and Christina still managed to come over every now and then.“There's the other pregnant lady,” John said.Then they both sat down with us.“How is this Jeanette?” Jeanette asked.“A handful. Almost a big of a handful as. I used to chat to a couple of guys while working out, you need someone to help you when you are doing bench press. Moreover in India all trainers suggest partnering up with someone to do the workout. I preferred to do it alone.There was this guy who would talk to me sometimes and watch me workout. His name was Mohit, about my age, slim, I initially thought he was gay but one day he said he joined the gym cause his wife wanted him to develop some muscles.Mohit was not regular in the gym and.