"Mel, what..?" Tom started, but Melanie put her finger on his lips."No. You need to learn. You need to learn who your cock belongs to." Melanie squeez...ed Tom's crotch to emphasize her point. He gasped, and Melanie unbuttoned his jeans. "Who owns your cock?"Tom struggled for a bit, then said, "You do." Melanie wasn't buying it. She freed Tom's cock from his jeans, went to kiss it, then stopped. "I don't believe you. You need to know that I own your cock. And that if Jess tries that shit again,. Come closer. I know you think about mommy and you wear her clothes." He blushed and started to turn away. She grabbed his hand. "Mommy likes that . . . she likes it more than you can know. And you play with yourself too, until you mess . . . and it feel good, doesn't it?" "Yes." Mommy does it too, she likes to play with herself and she gets wet and open," she took his hand and pushed it inside her panties. "That is mommy's most secret and special place, and she wants to share everything with. Usne pine ke liye pani manga to mera shak yakin me badal gaya. Me use bola thik hai andar aao. Ye ladki bhi pahale wali ladki ke umar ke aaspas ki thi. Wo daudkar sidha bed par let gayi. Mene use glass bharkar pani diya jo usne ek jhatke me pi liya. Mene apna haath uske pet ke upar rakh diya to usne muje muskurakar dekha. Mene use pucha kya tumari dost ne tume mere paas pani pine bheja hai, wo muskurakar ha boli. Me abola thik hai to phir mud jao taki me tumare bra ka hook khol saku. Wo mud. Without actually trying to avoid each other, Lena and I didn't meet during the next two days. I spoke to her several times on the phone, mostly about work related things, but once or twice, we'd talk about our 'affair'. She continued to apologise and stress that she still wanted us to be lovers, but with no strings attached. This suited me fine, but I realised it was going to be agony for Lena, thinking that every time we screwed, I'd have a change of heart and confess undying love for her..