Eldest one wanted Pramila’s commitment that she will fuck with them every day twice but she demanded more money…“ bhai, aaj 2-2 baar lungi to pu...ra paisa wasool ….ab agar kal bhee chodna chahte Ho to dubara paisa lana parega.”She talked like a professional call girl, a prostitute. All four stopped drinking tea and looked at each other sadly. She understood that they are not in a position to pay her more. So she gave them discount , a heavy discount…“ tum sabne bahut badhiya choda iss liye jyada. "I have a pizza you ordered!" I shouted back through the intercom standing at the gate."I didn't order any pizza, you have the wrong address." Uhhh, is there any chance I can use your phone to call my work and get the right address?" The address on the order is right here."I must have looked so pathetic drenched in the rain holding the pizza but it was all part of the act.I was sure to keep my head down so that the baseball cap covered my face.Greta must have looked through the security camera. I couldn't remember when I had felt a cock of such prodigious proportions. My pussy was itching with a need to feel it between my legs."Come home with me, Mom." he whispered.My brain told me that it was wrong, but my body wasn't listening anymore. All I wanted right then was my son's long hard cock fucking my neglected pussy.I didn't remember much about the ride from the club to Matt's apartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. I had both hands inside his pants stroking. Inside, Jan chronicled their son’s development over his first six years, complete with a list of his likes and dislikes, his favorite color, food, clothes… everything a doting mother would see and a busy father wouldn’t. Sam still experienced the world through her eyes… at least his past world. These notes had been a useful reference when buying clothes or presents. His breath caught, thinking how much their son had changed already. Opening the book, he laid it across his face and inhaled her.