Main me kaha koi bat nahi bua usme kya mein thodi kisi ko bata ne jauga.Fir bhi woh bahar chali gai fir wo nighty pahen k aayi bed room kein aur so le... gai mere sath.Garmi ke mausam mein maine kambal odha tha par bua ne kuch nahi fir wo thodi udas dekh rahi thi maine pucha kya hua to unhone kaha munhe akele acha nahi lagta aur mere koi bache bhi nahi hai aur tere mama hamesha bar rehte hai.Fir wo rone lagi aur mein samaj gaya ki bua lo kis ki jaroorat hai.Fir mein market jane nikla rat ko bola. We went up to my room and I remembered to lock the door. I asked Kim if she would like to spend the night. She grabbed her phone and dialed "Hi mom, I'm going to stay with Greg tonight. See you tomorrow." She hung up and said to me "Does that answer your question?" "Precisely" I answered as I was reaching for the buttons of her blouse. Our arms got a little tangled since she was then opening the buttons on my shirt. We were in no hurry so we took our time getting our clothes out of the. Now get out of my office before I have you thrown out.”“Mrs. Harmony, perhaps you don’t understand what is at stake here. If you don’t pay my union the money demanded, your trash will not be picked up and some damage might happen to your property. Why, for all I know, this building might even catch fire.“Boris, show Mrs. Harmony what might even happen to her person.”One of the men stood up and looked like he was about to slap Mom around. That was all I could take. As I learned in the Krav Maga. It was two different guys. One I did it with, oh, probably fifteen or twenty times. He was the first guy. We made love.With the second guy, we fucked. Know the diff? It's easy. Making love is calm and orderly, fucking is not, it's disorderly. Messy, wild, out of control, crazy, hot. Fucking.Now, of the two, I generally prefer the latter. You might think that means I'm a slut. Well, I might be, it's hard to judge. I sure love to fuck. And, I most love to fuck Troy.Troy is the sixteen-year old.