“Trust me Penny, there’s only so far a good fuck can keep your mind off the untidiness, the smell of sweaty clothes and the childish behaviour. At...times it’s like having the kids back home when they were teens.”I laughed as she intended me to though she was using the ‘f’ word in a way I had never heard her use it before. It reminded me of the way Pete and I now talked.“I miss Tony,” she added quietly. “I miss the kids too.”“It’s taken you long enough to realise that,” I observed.“I’m a slow. Molly inhaled, listening to him sob and beg before she then brought the crop down across his chest, shaking as he screamed, then sobbing his heart out. A stroke across his nipples brought a fresh screech from him and a fresh flow of tears from his eyes. Already excited, a new buzz swam through her as she concentrated on lowering her strikes, each one growing nearer and nearer his flaccid cock. Blubbering and weeping, the boy begged her not too. Wetting herself with excitement, Molly pushed a. .r. Fucking my momMe: Say it againAnup: Thanks for fucking my mom His eyes already filled with tears after watching his friend fucking his mom. Me: Keep saying thanks, thanks until I tell you to stopAnup: Thanks for fucking my mom , Thanks for fucking my mom, Thanks for fucking my mom, Thanks for fucking my mom ……. After saying 10 times he started crying loudly and he sat on the ground then I told him to stop but he was still crying Divya: Don’t cry son, I am okMe: Anup, bring me an ice. "She smiled back."Just a moment, sir."She dialled and extension on her phone and announced my presence to Denise on the other end. She hung up."Ms. Mitchell will be right with you." Thank you very much," I replied. I went and sat down in a chair and waited.A few moments later, a young blonde woman walked towards me. She looked very familiar, but I couldn't place from where."Mr. Jones," she said. "I'm Denise Mitchell." Please, call me Victor," I replied."Only if you call me Denise. Please come.