He was a plain man, simpleand strong. Not stupid, he had plenty of quick wit, but he distrustedthose who spoke with complicated words he struggled to ...nderstand andeven more so the ones that talked in numbers and could prove up wasdown by pointing to meaningless masses of figures. More than thesethough were magicians. A man's mind was no longer his own when a magicuser wanted things done.Darumar shivered, only partly from the cold, as he stood and looked atthe warm glow from the window ahead.. “My mother? Not my father, too?”“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I take it you were unaware that your father was killed in an auto accident almost three years ago. Your mother passed from cancer just six weeks ago. I’m sorry it has taken this long to let you know, but we had to do some investigation before we were able to track you down.”It couldn’t be right. My parents had both been killed in that accident. But he was telling me that only my father had died. This was crazy. I felt things shifting. My. Then she let her tongue slide up the length of my cock. Wow, what a feeling! Her tongue traced back the length down to my balls.“Is this enough?” she asked teasingly.“Damn you! I want more.”She laughed. “Okay, here is something more for you.” Saying so, she started licking the balls. Slowly she took one ball into her mouth.“Padmini, you are driving me crazy. No one has done this to me ever.”“Ummm,” she moaned, still ball in her mouth. After a few seconds, she left my balls and came back to my. Pretty soon he was lifting me up and pulling me down about 8 of his 9 inches every second. His face was straining, and his arms bulging as he mercilessly fucked me senseless. Water was splashing over the sides from our animal fucking.With one last pull, he slammed into me with all of his quarterback force, my tiny cunt lips smashed up against the base of his cock, as it began to violently spew its load, splashing into my womb. I shook into one last orgasm before completely collapsing into.