Mike didn’t correct him. He let Jessie say what he had to say.“You said to have fun with this and while I appreciate the offer, I don’t know if ...I want my mom to suck my dick,” he said. I noticed he didn’t mention me at all. Mike said he totally understood and would respect Jessie’s decision.“I don’t want to seem weird for asking for this,” Jessie stammered. Emily chuckled that it was way too late for him NOT to seem totally weird. Jessie glared at her and spat out that he wanted something. She is a spirited young woman also in her late 20s. Amy is wearing boots, shorts and an army shirt too big for her, but open in the front enough to reveal decidedly feminine curves. When she speaks, Michael jumps nervously and turns to face her."Amy: Yep, it's me. I found some things for us to eat at the farmhouse down below. Is your head better now, Mike?"(She reaches to touch him - Michael is in no mood to be comforted)"Michael: Yeah the pain is gone but I still feel a bit wobbly. Say, was. Phir apne hathon seAjeet ko apnichoot ke dane ko dikha kar usko chusne ke liye boli.Ajeet ne tabapni chachee ki choot ki dane ko apne hothon me lekarchusna shurukiya aur isse usko bahut maza milne laga. Chachee neapni choot kihothon ke bitch ka hissa bhi Ajeet se chatne ke liyaboli. Ajeet newaise hi kiya. Usne apni jeev andar tak dal kar apnijeev ghuma ghumakar chusne laga. He licked deeply and slowly. His auntwhimpered. Shewriggled her buttocks. A sweet slimy fluid wasdripping from theinside. When he touched Galatea, she felt what he felt, but had no context for it. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands. Behind it, she felt a gnawing hunger in his belly and a worrisome flickering of his lifeforce as he ate and drank only enough to keep himself going. Some days, he slept at her feet, his devotion not allowing him even the energy to crawl to his couch before sleeping.Some days now, her creator, whose name she now knew to be Pygmalion, would.