Stacey and you began to have slumber parties, usually study sessions that end with both of you crawling together into her bed and snuggling under her ...oversized blanket, watching Netflix and kissing. Stacey knows that you are dating a guy and the two of you agreed at least try and make your special secret friendship work together with your ongoing relationship with your boyfriend. However, those times spend together, with Stacey cuddled in between your arms, her lips touching yours, your hands. I have no other place to go"I asked " are you married — have you children?"She said " married — no children - my husband is not living with me. He has left me and I am told he is in Kakinada with some other woman I do not have any contact with him.I asked " who is that old man — is he your father?'She said " no — he is my uncle and he is the caretaker here"By the time I had finished my whisky also and saw it was about 9.30 PM. I again asked her " when T will come?" She said " no idea — can I. After another 30 mins of these two taking turns on my mouth and ass I was I was told to get on my knees, I was finished and could barely kneel, Alan and Bill stood over me and started to wank over my face, Bill moaned loudly and unloaded a nice load on my face, he shoved his cock back in my mouth and unloaded 2 or 3 more spurts whilst moaning loudly, he pulled out as he went soft. I looked up at Alan who was pulling his nipples with one hand and wanking his fat cock hard with the other. He let. I understood his argument but I was afraid that leaving my stuff around would make it all feel real somehow, like a real relationship and not just a casual fling. How was I supposed to explain these irrational fears? So instead, I sat mum observing the floorboards. ‘Nayana? What is it?’ He asked, tenderly parting the hair away from my face. ‘What are you not telling me?’ I chewed on my lower lip as Max waited patiently for some explanation. ‘May-maybe,’ I fumbled, ‘perhaps we shouldn’t be.