" I said. "She had to take a piss and I had to help the whore because she is drunk again, probably like you were too." "Did you fuck your whore of a m...other?" she asked as she looked at my cock hanging down my thigh. "If you didn't or even if you did, I think I'd like to have some of your long prick. Do you think you can get that fucking thing hard again to give your gandmother some of that prized peter of yours?" I probably can, but I think I need to get this whore back to bed so she can sleep. You remember the day I came to see you about Sana’s tuition? I nodded. That day as soon as I saw you my cunt got wet. I have not had this type of reaction towards any man since my husband was away in USA’. ‘On my way home my cunt kept itching for your cock and my juice kept flowing. When I got home I was so wet that I found it difficult to remove my panties. I could not resist myself and I fingered myself for so long and came so often that I was nearly half-dead with exhaustion. I was not sure. The knock came again and I rose to my feet, letting my t-shirt d**** down and partially cover my nakedness. I went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes?” “Is this Ms. Em’s residence?” a voice asked. I saw a blue eye peer in at me. The accent was soft and sweet. Something from the south.“Yes,” I answered again. I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door. I could smell a cologne that made. He started to nuzzle my neck as he undid the buttons on my shirt he slid my shirt of off my shoulders, and caressed my naked chest. His hands moved down to the buckle of my belt, within seconds my trousers were in heap around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and he started to push my briefs down my body. I could feel his hardening cock pressing into the crease of my arse, and then he said I seem to remember that you enjoyed this in New York. He slipped to his knees and ran his tongue the.