“No. Not until you get here”. I was turned on, and nervous. I worked up the courage and pushed the next bead in. 7 more to go. The clit massager ...as making me very turned on, and I was struggling not to push myself over the edge. My ass was struggling with about 5 beads in and the plug. Three more left. Each time I pushed another one in, I got more and more breathless. It took twenty minutes. I'd left about 10 for that job. I was very full, and it was very difficult to walk. My ass was so. I was happy that everything is going to be all right between us and started walking inside, that’s when I noticed her. She was wearing a low cut green colour salwaar kameez with no dupatta. She was looking fucking hot. Her ass was swaying right and left and my eyes were following it like the oscillations of a pendulum.She suddenly turned back to ask me something and caught me staring at her ass. I quickly turned my head and asked her for a glass of water. She came back with a glass of water and. And then there was Mom.Every morning, I marveled at this amazing looking woman with a deck she could barely reach around starting my day the perfect way, nursing a the first load of the day from my loins. I counted my blessings -- and I thought about that conversation with Dr. Conrad a few months previous."I want my mom to be your masterpiece," I said as we relaxed in his new office atop the old Cayman bank building. "I want to see her sucking my cock and thinking that Denise Milani has climbed. " You're mistaken, Mr. Patterson," Susan said nervously."Am I?" Mr. Patterson laughed.He took off his pants. His cock was just as big as Stewart's. Susan thought his hard prick was beautiful. And the longer she looked at it, the more turned-on she got."Can't take your eyes off it, can you?" Mr. Patterson laughed. "You really dig this big cock, don't you? Well, I dig you too, honey. You're one hot-looking chick. So why don't you show me what you've got, since I'm showing you what I got? Let's.