”“Ssshhh aise mat boliye ji. Me aapki patni. Aapki dasi hu.”“Tum meri rani ho maa! Meri rani!”“Haye! Mera beta! Mere Raja! Apni maa ko bah...on ke lo. Dikha do ki tum mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho.!”Now I lost control. I kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, neck and we were smooching very passionately. Her lipstick marks ran all over my face. I kept on sucking her lower lips and we swallowed each other’s saliva. Then I undressed her one by one. She was now is red bra and panties with all her. But I was taken aback byher sudden change of demeanor and the sly, deeply penetrating look shefired back at me. "Let's step out to the lab and I'll show you". * * * * * *We returned to the entrance room and followed the passage that was nextto the stairs back to the kitchen of the house. The farmhouse kitchenhad a large island in its center, and a screened-in back porch. As westarted out through the porch, she stopped and said, "Look, how about. Of course the best medical care they had was also available to all. So it was a sort of welfare state, or more correctly, a type of socialism or communism.At least I hadn't been dropped into some olden days farce of democracy, which was a badly flawed system from its inception. For a second I wondered how things would have turned out if Kaglao and his group had entered a mythical democratic Calak and hung around for the next election. Then I flashed on a runt like W running for Zakat and nearly. .. Please, fuck me," she said between breaths. "Make me cum." I had heard similar words from those sweet lips before. She loved it when I made her beg, and she loved doing it as well. Making her beg to cum made her feel slutty and whorish and the dirty talk always heated her up. But this was different. These weren't simply the pleas of an aroused and excited woman. No, my Jenny was begging to cum because she knew it would be the last gift I could give to her. I sighed heavily from the stirring.