I love you too, beta. See you sometime soon,” and she left. Faiza’s son, Abdul, who is 4 years older than me, said, “Abbu, maja aaya? How does i... feel fucking my mom?”The next day, I started helping Faiza’s sons in their farming activities. I started making good friends with Abdul and Rahim. Later at night, I used to fuck their mom, Faiza. Faiza did try to convince me to marry her daughters, but I disagreed. This continued for about a month until it was time for me to leave.On my last day,. Video calls, being a rather new technology, had not been very common until the last year or two. When Kay accepted the call she had not really thought about the fact that all she was wearing was a sheer nightgown. On the other end of the call Bob was not wearing a suit but appeared to be wearing a casual collarless shirt. When he moved his phone slightly she could see he was just wearing shorts.They engaged in small talk catching up a little on each other’s lives. He then started to speak to. When she was satisfied that her pussy was clean, she said, “Go get us fresh drinks.” So that’s what I did.When I got to the living room with the drinks, mine another really strong one, they were once again sitting on he sofa. This time however, they weren’t on opposite ends. They were sitting side by side. Steve’s right arm was over her shoulder, and his hand was kneading one of her big tits. Her left hand was in his lap just holding his still impressive limp cock. And they were kissing. “You could have called me.” “You are correct,” he returned. “I could have called you.” “But you chose not to.” “Actually,” he added, “you could have called me. I used my personal number to call you. I'm quite sure it showed on your phone. Remember?” She lowered her eyes. Naomi knew this but had been afraid, not wanting to deal with possible rejection. “Closer,” he told her. She took a few steps closer. Thomas stood. He lowered his head, tilting it to the side and raising one eyebrow. “I bite.”.