I longed for his hands on my body, craved for him to rub my ass, teas the slit between my legs…caress my breasts…. As if my mind had been read, I ...felt a pair of hands grab my breasts and squeeze. They werent Alexs hands. Emily. That sly fiery girl had slipped from her seat. She was crouching behind me, her own bare breasts against my body, her hands squeezing and massaging my aching tits. Although pleasantly surprised, I was a little bit disappointed that she had beaten Alex to the punch. I. I got her to talk about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several moments in her life that she enjoyed. A special birthday present, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘Operation’ with me. After about 15 minutes I shut off the recorder then made another post hypnotic suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an easy one to do and to test if she had done it. “Whitney, do you know where Mount Rushmore. ” It’s how I ended up with Vicente Fox’s silver monogrammed mustache comb. Helen gave it to me. She said the replacement she bought him two months before was gold and that he liked it better, so he’s OK with me keeping it. I really try to keep my head about all this power and influence that Helen has, but I know this story because SHE CALLED HIM AND ASKED AND HE FUCKING SAID MY NAME AND THAT IT WAS COOL WITH HIM!!! Then there was some private stuff with him and Helen, tell ya later. Rita’s name. Parthiv let out a groan feeling his dick making its way inside his mother and drove his weapon hard enough further. Vasudha felt tight for her age and Parthiv had to make quite a few retreats just to dive his dick again with more strength and vigor. Vasudha was chanting his name as the long dick got deeper inside her. Parthiv pulled almost half the length of his dick for one last time, took a deep breath and launched like a monster sending the whole length inside his mother’s moist cunt at one.