..hum dono bade pakke dost hai. Saath mein bahut baar kiya hai...aur saath hi mein bahut mard ko bhi choda hai." This was news to me. I never realized... that my mom was such a slut. "aaj se teri baari hai.....ab hamen bahar mard doodne ki jaroorat nahi hai." "par maanegi...kya woh mere se marwegi?" "hmmm.....mein mana loongi. tum wahi karna jo mein kahthi hoon. dekhte hai kaise nahi manegi. waise tera tagda lund dekhega to koi bhi maan gayegi." she laughed. It was getting late and my mom was. I asked “what is it”. She told “Sir can I also use the bathroom, I need a bath.” “would you like to enter in, when I am there” I asked. She said “I don’t have any objection”. I was thanking my stars and slowly got out of the bath tub so that water does not get spilled on the floor. When I opened the door I was surprised at what I have seen. I saw my secretary wrapped herself in a Turkish towel. The towel was unable to cover her completely because of her height. Half of the melons are visible. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy labor or non-working women that favor late 40's-early 50's era fashion, hairstyles and makeup), Brass (women in the government and military), and Grease Girls (women who work in industrial jobs)Being America, both sexes enjoy protection under. All she had to do was reach out and touch it to show him that she wanted him. Slowly, as if hypnotized by the sight before her, I saw her hand reach out and take a hold of that big black cock hanging so close. It was already getting hard and engorged with bl**d, getting ready to penetrate deeply inside her, ready to fuck her married white pussy! It pulsed when she touched it. She could smell him. He was damp and sweaty from his performance. He was musky. She then realized she could smell.