Please help me end my thirst.” She was so desperate now that she was literally crying. She had my cock in her hands and her cunt was just an inch ab...ove my dick! But I don’t know what suddenly happened to me. I mean everything was going so good and it was almost like a dream for me, but the thought of penetrative sex with her… I mean with a stranger and more importantly with someone whom I don’t love created a strange feeling inside me. I mean I had foreplay with her and had almost everything. The asphalt seemed partially melted and stuck to the bottoms of my shoes as I hurried to the front door – or was that 10 years of accumulated spilled Slurpees and dropped Skittles and chewing tobacco spit? Oh well.Inside it was cooler, but not a whole lot. At least not as chilly as Americans usually set their thermostats. Maybe in India they prefer warmer temperatures. Maybe they were just trying to save money on air-conditioning.I noticed a not-bad looking man chatting up the dark-skinned. Knocking at the door, he calmed himself for his customer. Monica froze and gulped back the last of the wine. Going to the mirror, she smoothed down her plum dress and walked to the door in her stilettos. She knew she looked good but felt jitters rush through her, I'm paying him, she thought, he just does the dick. Opening the door, Monica and Ethan came face to face, simultaneously gasping as each realized the situation. "Mama- I," Ethan stammered, "Is this the Lilac Suite?" "Why don't you. But I managed to nod politely which he totally ignore,"Why have you changed the fucking locks?" he demanded,"Because I fucking well wanted to" Mum said smiling at him sweetly and if you keep on swearing at me like that, I'll call the police to get you removed,"I'm not going anywhere until I get my money" Dad" I began but he looked at me like I was dirt,"Don't fucking call me dad" he said with a sneer, "She went with any fucker who smiled at her"I bent down close to him and smelt the booze on.