‘Temples? Temples?? Girl, I ain’t Jewish. I don’t know ’bout no temples. There’s a cathedral down the end of Market Street. But why you brin...g us here to ask us about temples? We ain’t exactly the church-goin’ kind, if ya know what I mean.’ She glanced at her friend again, widening her eyes and making a face at my naiveté. She looked back to me and said with disdain, ‘An’ why we walk the street? ‘Cuz we need the green stuff.’ She rubbed her fingers together. ‘Gotta eat, gotta drink.’ She nudged. She hadn’t known a man who didn’t like a good ball massage, with hand or tongue.Again, hairs clung to her tongue as it slid around his balls. She felt the delicate veins, the firm ovals within. And a wetness in her pussy.As she slid her tongue up the base of his cock, the string quartet started playing the Wedding March. Becky hated to miss the ceremony, but she reassured herself that this was more important. Besides, at this point she was too busy going down on her niece’s ex-boyfriend.Her. Her ass cheeks relaxed, her pussy shivered, her nipples got hard, and she got goosebumps. She let her hands wander to her pussy and rubbed it from over her pyjamas. The thought of Vansh’s thick, smooth hair brushing against her face as he lay over her. Putting his weight on her and rubbing his hard dick over her crotch made Riddhi’s vagina wet with juices.She looked around the room once to check if her parents were asleep. She lived in a small flat with her parents. She then wandered back to. I was inconsequential. This was the breeding grounds that led to Columbine. Sure, it was important to improve their reading skills. But who was going to teach them to be human beings? If I’d ever had this kind of rumination in the past I’m sure I handled it with a simple, ‘Let’s party.’ This was further confirmation, as if I needed it, that I had changed. ‘What’s with the look?’ asked Jen when we sat down for lunch. ‘Have you noticed the way your kids fawn over you?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said with some.