I asked her, again, how she was feeling and she started crying. This time I figured out that it was in relief. I held her hand until she cried herself...out. I then asked her how she happened to be driving alone.She explained that she was a self-employed working girl. It seems that the local ladies of the Baptist Church took exception to her way of earning her living and paid her a visit. As it happened, she was entertaining a client as the ladies burst into the room. They did not allow her to. I started again and was firing my dick into her mouth. We both were enjoying it.All of a sudden Kusuma came in wearing a pink middy up to her ass cheeks. I immediately fell onto the bed covering my tool. Suma stood up and kept her head down. Semen was oozing from her mouth and it was also dropping from her breasts. Kusuma said, Is that it what you are doing in my absence?No mother, I just what just? Who is he fucked you now? He is my boyfriend and we were in love even you were lovers you can’t. I bent down, open-legged, I pulled myself open. I lay on the floor and spread myself again and again. I pulled up one leg and with the other pointed towards him, I pulled up my bottom cheeks for maximum opening of my vulva. I put fingers inside myself. I was like the ultimate final stage of the most disgusting strip show I could imagine. Then I went completely crazy. I reached under my bed for the potty I had kept there unused for years. I squatted over it, with my back to his gaze, pulled my. J.!” the hippie assures Aaron. “So, you’re not jealous…not even just a little bit?” Aaron asks her. “No way! It’s so far out the way you guys share like that! You’re spreading the love!” the hippie replies enthusiastically. The two start to make out, their tongues thrashing together passionately, and Aaron can feel his dick stiffening again. At least she’s not watching that dumb TV show anymore while we fuck, Aaron thinks to himself, relieved that the hippie’s “Maneaters” phase appears to have.