But as he slid the back door open Allan saw that Tracy wasn't downstairs. Maybe, he hoped. she had gone out with a friend. Maybe he could have a few h...ours to himself and satisfy the burning in his balls that the interrupted jerk session with horny little Marcie had produced.But as he climbed the stairs he could hear his mother's voice and the words made him curious to discover what she was doing. It sounded like she was having sex. but with who? Cautiously he climbed the final five steps and. But I can stop that with a little incentive."She was in shock as he asked her to come over to his chair and kneel down. "I can't" she said "it's wrong". "Look bitch, either get on your knees in front of me or you get arrested. Your husband will get custody of your girl, and I am sure he will bring her to visit mommy in jail all the time. And you'll be sharing a cell with some bull dyke that will be making you eat her pussy every night"Jessica started to cry again as she slowly got up and walked. He figured he would wander into town a day or two early without telling any of his family he was going to be early and just see what kind of trouble (and pussy) he could get in to. None of his family was from Aurangabad, so he didn’t have to worry about people talking and it getting back to his family… Besides, he was 25, had been living on his own for 5 years, and could do whatever he pleased.This night, he had wandered into a bar. His boyish good looks had been a god-send… He was 25, but. "Can I get you something?" she asked. With what little strength that I had I replied "Yes, I'd like a coffee to go please". Needless to say I could barely focus myself that day. The days passed and I was still a regular customer, it really bummed me that she always called me sir, she didn't seem much younger than I and despite the fact I was courting her from time to time and I saw she liked it she kept calling me sir. Things were going well and then one day she asked me "Anything else with.