There was something in her, which attracts me to her. The figure was not too awesome, but it was good. She was kind of open in nature as compared to o...ther Indian girls. For example, she would dry her inners outside and keep them like that for a week on display for everyone.Generally, Indian girls get them out of sight of others as soon as possible. Also, she has a couple of sexy pairs of thongs that were worth display. Every time her boyfriend used to visit her, any one of those would be out. .." And then?" she fairly screamed. "THEN what?"A sudden evil thought popped into my head. "I'll tell you the rest...when we can be alone." And I hung up the phone.I sat up for about an hour, waiting for the phone to ring. It didn't so just before I turned the light off, I called her back. If one of the kids answered, I'd just disconnect.She answered. "Hello?" I just wanted you to know," I said softly, "that you're the last thing I'm thinking about before I go to sleep."And I hung up again.The. "You move like molasses in January," she sighed. "Where's your purse?" In the kitchen," I replied, turning around. I wasn't really an airhead, but I did forget things sometimes.Mom had a nice car, a small Porsche that she'd gotten from her Mom, and someday it would be mine. I couldn't wait, except I really could. I mean, it's kind of weird knowing that eventually I'd have my own apartment and my own car and even my own daughter, but at the same time I'd lose my mother. It's a bitter-sweet. Determined to control my gag reflex, I shoved my throat down deep again, hoping to take him all the way to his root. Taking one deep breath, I forced my throat down deep to his stomach and presto, he was buried deep in my gullet now with my lips smashed into his stomach. My stretched out throat just held onto his oversized cock while we both remained motionless, until I pulled off to breathe again. I repeated this over and over again, taking deeper breathes and impaling my throat on his cock,.