What you aresupposed to have done is conceive one. Mr. Bannister, you were nevermeant to be a 'Mr' at all," Blondy says, approaching me."Whoa, okay, r...ght. Because that makes a whole lot of not-any-fuckingsense. Listen guys, I think I've had quite enough of this bizarre mind-fuck you are trying to achieve here and by the way? Missionaccomplished. Now if you will kindly get the fuck out of myapartment...," I say, speaking faster and faster."That's fine Mr. Bannister, that's fine. We'll go. Just. I felt up her tits a little bit, and got yet another idea. I moved my hand south and felt for her waist band. I pulled it away even slower this time, and slipped a hand in even gentler. I started to move a little bit. She was completely bald, not even a little stubble. Slowly, I moved lower. I could feel where her pussy started. I paused there and checked to make sure she was still fast asleep. I moved lower yet, and felt the two individual lips, and the heat coming from her hole. Suddenly, her. There WOULD be time to meet your friend before the robbery. What do you think he wants with Bill?”I’d forgotten to mention Bills revelation to me earlier that night. “Sorry TJ, but earlier tonight, just after I talked to you, Bill told me that Kurt and Ben had been in to see him and he got suspicious. They’d been investing large amounts of cash into what he discovered were shell companies and wanted his help to transfer the money to an offshore account in the Cayman’s. I meant to tell you that. I started masturbating regularly thinking about fucking my Amazonian Mother. I loved watching her big asscheeks jiggle inside her saree (as if welcoming me to fuck her ass) when she walked around in the house. Every opportunity I had, I watched my Mother Anandam’s saree covered body, which led to me masturbating in the night fantasizing about my Mother. Several times I watched her partially covered big boobs and big stomach which was left equally uncovered when she was wearing saree.One day it.