There was a Black girl who brought her mother to me to fuck. Why would she do that?I had memories the entire gymnasium full of girls writhing in lesbi...an passion, licking each other. It was a strange, though hot, fragment.What was up with my memories?Had all my perverted fantasies somehow spilled into my groggy mind, mixing up what was real with what I jerked off to at night? What did this gas do to me?Then I hit on one solid memory. I was walking to school, my little sister, Krystal, ahead of. This devilish idea gave me the upper hand on her and parul as well.It was a Wednesday and as usual, she called me and told me to come to her apartment(just opposite my apartment) I said ok. After 5 minutes she called me back again and asked.Sandhya: hey darling wat can you do for meMe:-anything babeSandhya:-do you really mean itMe:-yes (that was the biggest mistake)Sandhya:-come nude completely from your flat to mineMe:-hey don’t jokeSandhya:-I really mean it.Me:-sorry I can’t.Sandhya:- I don’t. No worries. A lady, Mrs. Allison, a lovely blue haired old dear really, complained to the police that strange men were 'lurking around' behind her house and I dropped in to explain about the police and for whom they were searching. She invited me in for the traditional 'cuppa' and to meet her boarder, 'a nice young man.' He met me in the hall as he was leaving his room and I'm afraid that the years away from my former profession proved me rusty. My face must have showed my surprise as he. " Then back to us. "We saw you on the beach. Carol, was admiring you." Now I put my foot between Cindy's legs and wiggled my toes. She splashed water at me then replied to Hank."Thank you. You should have seen me yesterday. Very hung over. NOT my best day." We were just about to sit in our tub too. It's so relaxing. And we're kind of having a rekindle the romance vacation. You?"Cindy, "Honeymoon. Want to hang out together?" Now I was surprised. Maybe a little disappointed. Cindy looked at me.