Isn’t it height of coincidence?Me: but mom….Mom: mom…..Don’t call me with that word jay, you sleep with your wife or girlfriends but not your ...om so don’t you dare call me mom ever againMom was serious and damn angry, in fact I too was feeling ashamed listening to her words.Me: but you enjoyed that night..Didn’t you momMom: that’s not the point jay…..I would have enjoyed sex with a gigolo but that doesn’t mean i’ll have sex with himMe: why not mom? If you really enjoy it.Mom: there is a limit. But the real point is, we may indeed need their help if things go badly."It was her final argument that carried the day. The plan they'd devised didn't call for a major confrontation; but, as MacPherson quoted from his country's best-known poet, "th' bes'-laid plans o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley." A breakdown in theirs, or simply the unexpected, could result in a conflict in which Edenite backup might spell the difference between success and failure."I guess," Igwanda summed up with a shrug.. I asked them to be strip, they did all there cocks were so small, but who cared money was good, we both began to make them hard, they were in heaven moaning like hell, I asked who will lick our pussies all were jumping to do the honours, we knew that they could not fuck us too much, let us get the licking at least, they started licking and we found they were expert in this, probably they licked more than fucked, we both were smooching each other, then I spread my legs, I took 2 cocks in my. I rise slowly first biting and licking your hip, to your sides, a trail of spittle from my watering mouth. I continue my journey upwards, to your nipple, to bite and flick my tongue over its hardening point. Your moans excite me to rise further as I bite down upon your shoulder. You pull me closer our hard cocks rubbing fighting their own battle of dominance. Pre-cum slickens our shafts. Continuing to your neck to suck and bite. Jeans and slacks make a pool of darkened fabric at our feet..