My earlobes licked. Nothing planned. It all just happened. Cocks look good poking out of well cut suit pants. I was bent over by Jason to suck his rod... and the smutty bugger James eased his dick straight into my pussy from behind as my head went forward sucking cock and my body went forward too, filled with cock. Then I was chasing pecker forward and rocking back on cock behind me.Geez both bastards were in me deep. They would have met in the middle of me if they could. I was a perfectly. Emily answered that question for me when she asked, "Mr. Johnson . . . umm . . . Do you think . . . uhhh . . . I mean . . . can I see that magazine I saw you looking at?" Followed quickly with, "I PROMISE not to tell anyone...not even my friends." I could tell by her expression, she knew this question would either lead to her having a lot of fun for the rest of the weekend, or the exact opposite, that the rest of her stay would be spent in silence and total embarrassment. The question had. She'd seen glimpses into my shadows. I could never hide everything during moments of that kind of intimacy. And if she'd shivered from more than arousal, she hadn't quite flinched, nor recoiled at those hints. As our conversation turned inward, quieter, to the sweet overtures of new lovers still stuck in public, I found stirrings inside me long dormant - needs deeper than the superficial and the flesh. I needed to know.The cab driver would not soon forget the ride to her apartment. We were. My parents used to advise me about relaxing a bit but it was a far-fetched idea. I used to lose my temper and shout randomly. Divya, however, was the one who would calm me down. She would pull me into her arms whenever I shouted. I felt little relaxed. She used to rub her palm on my forehead and it no doubt relaxed me all the more.Every Sunday, we cousins used to spend time together, no matter what. One such Sunday, in December, last year, when Kusum and Rajat had their pre-board, I decided to.