I kept the best for last, as I wanted to expose her slowly to this stuff and not overwhelm her. I also didn't want her seeing me that obsessed with he...r. Most of the stuff went under the sink or in the medicine cabinet where it blended unobtrusively. I put the tea oil in the hall closet like it had been there for years. That evening, laying on the sofa absorbing the TV, Erica was draped over me like a blanket, in her usual position. I started rubbing her neck and shoulders and she was into it in. So it came. Now we were downstairs in the man cave, fresh Margs before us. I was enjoying my alcohol buzz and I really didn’t care if we played cards or not but since the women had united and breached the sanctuary of the man cave, we had to play at least few hands of some card game. Of course, poker it was. Our host kept refilling the pitcher of Margs that kept circling the table. The mood was boisterous and loud, laughter became contagious and uncontrollable as the group downed pitcher after. Now I was at cloud nine and thus I took out the condom and put it over my 6 inch throbbing cock and aligned my dick at the butt hole of Priyansh that it just touched his asshole.Then in a mood to just fuck him harsh this time, with all my might I pushed, rather tore, through his asshole and let out a scream that echoed through the lane, like “Bhai!!!!!!”, but today I was not to give any heed to his moans or to the tiny tears that had rolled down his eyes and like a fucking horny boy of 17, I. Not for me." Again the tear ducts were on the move. More beer and a pause. But saying those words warranted more than beer and a couple of seconds for recovery. I blew my nose, that did the trick and the tears subsided.Phil had seen my emotion. He put his hand on my arm and said "Its alright Tim. Tears are inevitable. I'd be a bloody waterworks if it was me. A blubbering mess curled up on the floor." You think I haven't been?." I blew my nose again. And smiled weakly."Denny thinks you ought to.