After reading my story on ISS, she mailed me and praised me for my writing skills. She was constantly asking me for more details from the story which ...I happily provided her.I got the feeling that she wanted something more but I never wanted to rush it. So I played slow and started inquiring about her. All this while we were chatting on mail. She shared her number and we fast-forwarded our chats on WhatsApp. Slowly, the frequency of our chats increased and they converted to sex chats. She was. His mom just stared ahead. Tears began to flow down her cheek.“Sorry, Mom.”“No reason to be sorry for, kid. God gave your mom big jugs for a reason. They’re fun to play with while you fuck her. He laughed, “Go ahead, give them a squeeze.” Steve was enjoying this. “Don’t make me get Hank back in here.”Lisa looked at her son. She seemed so sad. “Do what they say. It’s ok.”Lisa jumped as Steve smacked her hard on the ass, “Now that’s the spirit. Now take off his pants.”Lisa slowly started to kneel. This would be the third marriage for each of them, but there wasn’t a single person who doubted that this one was going to last for keeps. I got comfortable on the sofa with Marsha right next to me (her shirt still mostly wide open) and the partying pretty much died down for awhile as we all filled in for each other the events of the last year. Business was good, probably much better than good, but all that could wait until Monday when I’d be at the office. I was warned, though, not to try and. I kept my hand inside her bra and kept squeezing her boobs while she tried to resist moaning. Then another announcement was made that we will travel tomorrow since hurricane’s approaching, we landed in Calcutta. I informed my dad of the weather turbulence and asked him to fill my ATM with some cash to spend my night in Calcutta. I booked a hotel nearby the airport and then took her with me. As soon as we entered the room I went straight to her held her long hair firmly and started kissing her.