Every second I spent having sex with Rohit actually was driving me closer to he being the man in my life.Although I was certain in my mind that he was... not whom I loved and I wanted to enjoy sex with different men I have been surrounded with. Every man has something different and they are in itself a challenge. It is more to do with anticipation and expectation I have with the men associated in my lives. But then there is the element of surprise too which actually makes me realize how fulfilled. A little history about my background. My mom’s name is Toni who is 39, a cool mother, and a knockout for her age. She is 5’ 4”, long sandy hair, blue eyes, she is fit and according to her bra size, she is a 35d. She is a very good fuck and a great cocksucker, but I will get to that later. I have a brother Samuel, Sam for short. Sam would have been 37, but he and my dad Rudolph who I am named after died in a car crash two years ago. As for me, I am 6’ 1” weight 180 with sandy hair and blue eyes. There were large hotels nearby, but we thought it would be better to wait for Ingmar's arrival before leaving the RV. They might arrive at any time.They didn't arrive for two more days. It was Day 14 since what Bridgett had begun to call "The Virus." I adopted the same term for it, although neither of us knew what had killed off most of the people in North America, and, perhaps, the world. "The Virus" sounded better, somehow, than "Death Ray" or some other pseudo-scientific term. It was also. You’ve not had a wank today and you’ve been watching porn when you’ve had a spare 5 mins but its just not quite cutting it. But that squirm, that small but focused weight on you, its so so wrong, but feels so so good. You hug her back, pull her in close and deliberately move her weight down. You then get your shit together and stand up. ‘I’m taking you home now. You’re gonna be just fine. You’re gonna go live with your uncle and it’ll be a fresh start for you.’ She pouts, but picks up her bike.