Naa kodaka raa ra cheeku antu malli mandu thaguthu naa lanja vu ra neevu.. Avuna kaada neenu emi cheppaka pooyetappatiki.. Cheppu ranga.. Neevu naa th... elage undali ante naa lanja ga unteni veelu ayethunde annadu, emi cheppaleeka sare anna salla nunde chethulu naa thodala payeki veesi naa kodaka.. Nee gudda abba. Cheku ra..antune gudda pesukuthu.Gudda borra daggariki veelu petti sobhanam neetho naaku appatiki vaade modda neenu estam vachinattu cheeka. Laavuga podavuga.kalina rod la unnade.. Na. “How long will this take to dry?” Now she sounded impatient.I picked up the instructions. “It’s cure, actually, not dry,” I said, using my big head again. My big head is a little pedantic sometimes. I went on to answer her question. “I don’t know,” I said, poring over the instructions. I was looking at the part that was printed in Spanish, and had to search for the English version.I guess that seeing her darling daughter’s chest covered with wet plaster made Mom feel better, because she left.. She was breathing heavy and laying full on me. My cock was still in her but was starting to soften a little. I tried to make a pumping motion, but couldn't with her weight on me. I started to worry that maybe this was it. "Oh son, your cock is so good." She started to stir and move off me. I was really worried now! Was it over? Was she going to get mad at me? "Oh Honey, I have to give you a real treat for making me cum so hard. I only have done this once before with your dad, but if you promise. The problem was that try as I might, I simply couldn't remember her. Not only did I not remember fucking her, which I have to admit, was a crime. I couldn't remember ever meeting her or ever hearing of a Billie Jean. Before I knew what was going on, before I could even hear the rest of her bullshit. My people whisked me and Mary Beth out of there. I really have to give Mary Beth credit. She was cool and professional. She smiled and posed for the cameras, even as they tried to turn my life.