It hit me that what I originally thought was a hangoverwas actually the symptoms of good old fashioned morning sickness. Wow,it is as bad as they say...- it feels exactly like the stomach flu. 'Am Igoing to have to put up with this for 9 months?' I thought as I reachedfor the pot. Again, and not for the last time, I was struck by how highthe countertops were and how far the coffee pot seemed to be for myreach.After I took care of the pot and sipped on a glass of sparkling waterthat I poured. We met after darshana and conversation was something like this.Me: Hi, MotherM: Hi, I am so proud of youMe: Thanks, I want to ask you somethingM: AskMe: Promise me you won’t tell to anyoneM: PromiseMe: Promise me you will give me what I wantM: PromiseMe: You are such a wonderful woman, you are nice curves and I want to sleep with youM: What ?Me: I want to sleep with you.M: Are you mad ?Me: I am mad about you.Thousands of trains were running in my heart, I thought she would slap me hard and. He pulled my ass tight onto his sex and let go. He was vibrating and jumping about, me still on his shaft. Thumping my as onto him he cried out….’FUUUUCK, HERE IT CUUUUUMS…SHEEEET LADY. OH YEAH, FUCK, MAH HED IS GONNA EXPLOOOOODE, OH YEAH HERE AGAAAAAAIN, SHEEEET, YOU HAVE A HOTTT CUUUNT. He was ravishing my poor pussy for all he was worth, just firing away at it with gallons of Nigga cream. My Cammy’s were soaked now and thighs all spunky soiled. Half the time I was off my feet up in the air,. In a moment of panic, she looked around, noticing that she and her partners were the center of attention. Humiliation washed over her, filling her with heat, quickly washed away as the redheaded girl’s mouth travelled down her quaking belly, her hands trapping her own, fingers twining as she lovingly kissed her mound, the dark patch of hair that decorated it, her steaming pussy… Arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts from behind, teasing her aching nipples, twisting and tugging. Fevered.