" No, no, don't mention the Foundation," Alex warned her. "I don't want it associated with me. It's serving a serious purpose, and I don't want to see...it go down in flames if I'm ever exposed. If I'm compromised, I hope to see the Foundation continue its work while the rest of us take the heat." You've really got this worked out, don't you?" she asked"I'm planning for the long term," Alex assured her. "I want us to survive as a people for the next thousand years, not just while I'm around to. I’m the hunted, and it’s exciting me. This feels new. No shit! He’s put me in a space I’ve never been before. And besides, I’m in France. Nobody will ever know anyway. That’s your justification for this? Well, yeah. What if Elisabeth says something? Oh fuck. That would be career-ending. Maybe I should forget the whole thing. I probably imagined it all anyway.When we reached the George Cinq, I’d decided it would be better for all concerned if I just fucked Elisabeth instead. It’s what the. She is 38 years old widow. She has got a 38 size breast and huge ass. Her ass is so plump she is a little above average figure like Shakeela she looks after me from my childhood days. She works in her house with sewing machine and saw dresses for women. The incident happened when I started my college and when I was 19.From my 12th standard itself my dream girl was my mom because she was only available for me so close. We both are like best friends I always discussed every think frankly with my. I called for my Goddess demon to give me more sissy pleasure but she wasn't there... I started to beg and crawl around my place trying to find her even knowing she might be a figure of my pathetic sissy imagination... My goddess left me... But this morning was different! My ass pussy was destroyed, my mind was ****d, and my hornyness was impulsive! I couldn't stop fucking myself all morning! I ate so much fucking cum I know I was shitting nothing but cum!... I wasted a whole bottle of lube on.