Her moans became louder as she accepted his attention to her anus.He gently bit on her clit immediately her body tensed, arched and then shuddered as ...a higher pitched exclamation came from her throat as she sank back onto the bed recovering from the most intense orgasm so far.He played with her clit and then slipped his tongue deep into her pussy lapping hungrily at her juices, which continued to flow down to her arse. He carefully worked a second finger inter her tightest hole allowing her. " Huh. How could you possibly research that crap?" The same way I research almost every other problem serving you brings up - I google it initially, and sometimes ask Mom later. This problem is one every famous person has, which is surely common enough to have material available online. It's probably even common enough to have had psychological studies done on it. I'll research it while you're at Katelin's house, and tell you what I find later." Ahh, thanks." All part of the service. What did. Strangely, something seemed to push me into exploring more of the smaller uninhabited islands in the surrounding waters, so with detailed marine charts in hand, off I went on my journey of exploration. Often these trips would last several days and each night I would find some sheltered area where I could anchor and stay safe while I slept.On one of the trips, I came across a small island (just under 10 miles long and just over a mile wide I later discovered) that looked to have been inhabited. He’ll have a retest next week, and I’ll make sure he passes,” he said and gave mom my report card.“Are you sure? I thought there will be no retests,” mom said.“And I never thought Aravind’s mom would look like a model. I guess we’re both wrong today,” he said.Mom smiled and said, “I don’t know how to thank you for helping my son in his studies, sir.”“You can thank me by inviting me to dinner at your house if you want,” he said.“Sure, that would be great. How about tonight?” mom asked.“Tonight.