He got an A.A woman and her 12-year-old son were riding in a taxi in Detroit. It was raining and all the prostitutes were standing under awnings.“Mo...,” said the boy, “what are all those women doing?”“They’re waiting for their husbands to get off work,” she replied.The taxi driver turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth? They’re hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money.”The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true Mom?”His mother, glaring hard at. I wonder whether his large cock gets erect just at the sound of my name; I wonder whether he just plays with it, touching the head and stroking it ever so slowly. I wonder whether his cock urges to be near me, to be near my tits, to be near my pussy. I wonder whether he pumps his cock and cums to my name, screaming "Oh Katie! Fuck!". I wonder what it would be like with him inside of me, or him cumming onto my erect tits. Orgasm after orgasm, him just pleasing me, toying with me. Whenever I'm. Every now and then Nancy would cross her legs, first left over right then right over left. As she did, my gaze traveled to her legs and I would get a brief view of the tops of her stockings. We had played this all out in our chats in the chat room. I was becoming more and more aroused and so was she. Finally, with the wine gone, I stood and she could see there was an obvious bugle in my slacks. I placed my glass on the dresser and took her empty glass. She stood and we embraced and then kissed,. ”I laughed, “Aah, it was my pleasure helping her. No worries.” I tried to be humble. “But where is she?” I asked.He stood up, got the ice cream, and said, “Megha is upstairs in the drawing room on the upper floor.”I followed him. The room was not lit. We reached. He lit the room and asked me to sit. I thought Megha must be freshening up so I sat down.“Megha, come out, desserts on you as I had promised Vicky,” he said.To my surprise, Megha walked out of the bedroom butt naked. She must’ve taken.