My dick was like coiled steel and my cockhead was large and red. "You jackoff all the time don't you cocksucker?", she grunted, shifting slightly. She... looked me directly in the eyes, quite amused at my embarrassment. "I...yes I...a few times a day." My throat was thick with passion now and my speech slurred. She reached back and retrieved a special elongated dish from her desk and handed it to me. My legs were feeling weak as I stood there, and my dick was still bouncing up and down. She told me mum was in hospital with a urinary tract infection. I left on Friday night to be with her that weekend. Three days later she was back home and right as rain, but it was the beginning of the end. By mid November she'd been in hospital another two times. Finally it was pneumonia, and this time she didn't pull through.I took some compassionate leave from the college and stayed with Phoebe while I arranged the funeral. Mum would have been very pleased to see the turnout at the Funeral.. Yours?Me:rajShe: hmm where should I put the fishMe: in the kitchenShe: where is your mom?Me: sorry I lied to you I stay alone here they stay in my home townShe: ohhh. (smiling naughtily)Me: you married?She: do I look like married?Me: dunno. But you are having a perfect body. Oops sorryShe: y sorry it’s fine. Yeah I am marriedMe: ohhh (lost hopes)She: how will you cook?Me: I dunno how to cookShe: then why you brought this fishMe: will see on YouTube and tryShe: what’s YouTube?I showed her the. "My name is Gary." Elaine." Nice name." Thank you." Please call me MS or MasterServant in the room though." I will." Good girl."Elaine blushed.Another message came from him almost immediately. "Sorry. Habit." I don't understand." I just meant calling someone 'Good girl' is a habit I have. I didn't mean to sound too familiar. It's weird though. I haven't done that in a long time." Called someone a 'Good girl'?" Well, 'called someone a good girl without even thinking about it'. Yes." I didn't.