" Jesus, Mark. You lick my fucking asshole so good. Please keep doing it. Keep licking your mother's asshole. Taste it, baby. Taste mommy's shit hole....Your tongue feels so fucking hot on my ass." Do you want me to fuck it, mom? With my tongue? Do you want me to fuck your asshole with my tongue, mom? Drill my tongue deep into your butt and fuck it hard and fast and deep?" Oh fuck, yesss. Fuck my butt with your mouth, baby. With your tongue. Stick that tongue deep in my asshole, honey. Tongue. I moaned as she slurped up her juices off her dick, she pulled my dick out of her mouth, and started jacking my off with her hand as fast as she could, with her other hand she reached behind herself and un-clipped her bra. Her nipples were hard as and I couldn’t take my eyes off them, she spat on her hand and wiped it between her tits, and began to titty fuck me, she encouraged me to fuck her tits and I couldn’t help myself. I thrust as much as I could; she positioned her mouth so she could. Not in this identity.Legally she did not exist.As far as the law was concerned, she was a squatter in a house belongingto a man who was as of now missing, without any means of proving who shewas. And that was the most benign scenario.An idea: She could go to the nearest hospital claiming to have lost hermemory and let the authorities worry about her identity.No. They would treat her as mentally deranged, place her undersupervision. She would be under the control of an uncaring and. By 8 am, she was ready for work. Since it was vacation, she didn’t bother wearing the saree as no student would be around. She wore a kurtha which complimented her curves and a skirt which was just below her knee. As the school was only 2 km from her hostel, she decided to borrow her friend’s scooter.By around 8:15, she reached the campus which had a serene appearance thanks to the noisy kids sitting at home.Dhanya reached her staff room and started searching for the documents. She found them.