I just wanted to make sure I was reading it right." Oh, you were, all right."I rolled onto my back and she scooted to cuddle with me. "It's strange," ... said. "On the one hand it seems to be happening so fast ... but at the same time it felt like the..." Consummation?" she suggested."Yeah ... The consummation of something that started years ago and never really stopped." It's exactly how it feels to me." I can't believe how strongly I'm drawn to you. I can barely keep my eyes and hands off of. I tried to wake up Shruti. But she was so drowsy from the drinks she was forced to drink the previous night. I took bath and ordered for breakfast. Some guy came and gave a very surprised look. He tried to get inside and see the bedroom. But I had locked it as Shruti was sleeping nude. I understood the reason behind it only after Shruti told what happened the previous day. I sent him away and had the breakfast. I went to the bed, lied next to her and hugged her tightly. I thought about the. I wanted my son to hear his mommy fucking and hopefully find a way to watch. I think James was surprised by my state of arousal and asked "What happened?" "Oh my god, oh my god," I panted, "You've got to fuck me. You've got to fuck me right now." I lay down on my back and pulled my tits out of my gown by the nipples. I spread my legs as wide as I could and started smearing the oil from my open pussy around the head of my clit. "His dick is hard baby, OH GOD I made my son's DICK HARD." I was. This real hot bitch heard me and ran over, her overweight stomach bouncing around like fucking santa clause on LSD. I immediately got my katana out and sliced the fuck out of that bitch, all samurai style. Out of nowhere, a helicopter came down through the ceiling and president Bill "Fucking" Clinton hopped out with saxaphone in hand. He played the fuck out of that saxaphone for at least 3 hours before anybody gave a shit. I arrived at home to see the best thing I may have ever witnessed. My.