“Yeah, that’s what your woman said. And, I may actually consider it at some point, but only if we can all deal with each other on a realistic and ...ruthful level,” I said. “And truth being an absolute.”“Not sure what you mean,” said Owen.“I will not allow myself to be disrespected or treated like a child, like I didn’t know anything. I will not,” I said.“Huh?” he said. “I mean of course not. We would never do that not even by accident.”“Owen, tell me with a straight face, that if I moved back. To be specific in advance, this story would be lengthy, and I ask you to read completely with patience.Our story’s heroine is Sarah (of course, the name changed), a best friend of our Judy teacher. Guys who don’t know Judy can read About Sarah:She is a widow woman running through her 40’s, a mother of 2 children, perfect MILF who is settled in Bangalore. She is also a teacher by profession and is working in the same school where Judy works. They were best friends and share lots. He crooned about their times and memories together. Melody wiped a tear from her eye. Brandon was incredible. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t mentioned the night before that he could sing. She heard the shower turn off and she freaked out turning his iPod off and putting it back on the cradle. She sat up and held Pedro who started licking her face. She looked in Brandon’s mirror and quickly wiped away any tears that remain unshed in her eyes. Brandon’s door opened and he smiled at Melody. All he. The last thing Vic ever expected from the cold fish was a blowjob.“Oh no! Oh, Godddd! Oh Jeeeez! Aghhhhhh!” Vic groaned ecstatically as Filly Gasperi-Bongiovi did to him what only the whore Ellaree Brown had ever done to him, only better because Filly wasn’t a whore and she was doing it to him on a bed inside a bedroom at his mother’s house. A blowjob under those circumstances couldn’t be any better. “Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmmm!”“Oh Jeeeez! Aghhhhhh!” Vic cried out as the Italian beauty with jet.