”She looked at me with a frosty glare.“Lori’s right. You are a turd sometimes.” She jumped up, still frowning, and went to her door. Then she ...turned and, still glaring, said, “Are you coming or not?”I got up and moved toward her with alacrity.“You still want to sleep there?” I asked, grinning.“The spirits of my parents must be expunged from that bed,” she snapped. “You will help me do that!”“Hey,” I laughed. “We don’t have to have a séance. All you had to do was say you were horny.”“I am not. It was going in smoothly but was paining a little and I told him to stop. He asked me to relax the muscles.He slowly entered again. Whenever I contracted my muscle, he told me to relax and I tried to relax. I could feel his flesh inside my ass. He took it out and pushed again. It was smoothly going in but I could feel my ass widening and I was having the tendency to contract. But I resisted it as he was moving so slow.After he entered maybe a 1/4th or 1/3rd of him, I felt a lack in lubrication. In saree, she lifted up her sagging boobs to look so perfectly shaped. Oh god! What a creation.The day was January 14 Sankranti festival. She was wearing a maroon designer saree, which was sexy. When I come out of the room, I can see the front of her house. The moment Jyoti came out and was correcting the saree linings, I saw her.I was mesmerized. My eyes hungrily enjoyed every bit of her beauty, from earrings to bangles to her beauty. She saw me staring at her, and an immediate blush ran. As I said I had parked away from the other cars so we had a nice walk to the bathrooms. Cynthia locked her arm in mine and pressed against me as we walked. I could feel the heat from her body and her hard nipple press against my arm. By the time we reached the doors my dick was rock hard. Ever try peeing with a hardon? Believe me it’s not easy. I had to concentrate real hard. All I could think about was what Cynthia had said. She hadn’t had a man in her pussy in over five years. I remembered.