.. and what if she decides she wants to meet him?" Gorgo spoke. "What if she wants to meet this Karun?" I can't stop her mother." Martin spoke."And wh...t if she decides she wants to meet her real father? What if she wants to meet Pleistarchus Martin? Not that I believe she will ... but what if she does? What will you do then my son?"Martin met his mother's eyes. "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it now won't we mother." He answered.Gorgo gazed at him for a long moment. "I truly. . if you climax, or if your knees buckle, then I win.” He seemed pretty damn sure of himself. My eyes took in the clock on his nightstand. 4:25 AM. The clock was ticking.I stood there, and looked at the clock. Anything to give me something to concentrate on, other than Juan’s attentions. He lifted the hem of my caftan, and stuck his head under it, placing his face so very close to my womanhood. It seemed he would take forever to get started, and then I felt it. He blew softly along my. I curled my toes under the blanket and bit down hard on my shirt while my orgasming pussy milked every drop of his hot cum.He pulled his cock out then carefully fixed my panties and pulled up my pajama bottoms. I then felt him turn his body the other way and soon we were both fast asleep.In the morning, I was the first one to wake up in the house and I immediately headed for the shower. I wanted Brad to wake up by the time I got out, so he would see that I hadn’t noticed anything from the. He sat there gaping, wondering if he really trusted her. He glanced around the bar, embarassed to see that more than one patron had noticed her leaving him there alone, overhearing one table of men chuckling and saying the words "...crashed and burned..." Trying to hide his chagrin, he drank his beer and studied the screen televising a football game. At least she'd set up the meeting where he could keep up with college ball.She laughed softly as she climbed into her car and drove to the.