He threw the can into the waste basket, and retrieved another can from the fridge. He didn’t open it yet, preferring to wait for the pizza rolls to ...get done. His mouth wasn’t as parched as it had been, yet it still hungrily watered for those juicy flavorful pizza rolls. Ten seconds left, and he could already taste them. A taste he wouldn’t get as to his surprise a loud bang could be heard filling his ears with a ringing pain, and a bright light seen flashing into his eyes, before everything. I said, it’s fine.She can very well stay here, if she and you are comfortable (at bachelor’s house). He thanked me again. After disconnecting the line, I asked Sneha “you must be very hungry, will you have some Maggie (a kind of instant noodles, very popular among children and many people). She said yes. I told her to go to the bath room get bit freshen up and seat in drawing room and watch TV, while I prepare Maggie for her. Then I served Maggie to her and took for me as well. We had some. I could tell as I watched her that she was getting visibly turned on by what was taking place and she was totally into it.After a couple of dances, as she was in the middle of a dance, I got up off the bed and knelt down behind her, and started to rub up her legs, ass, pussy and tits, as she continued to dance. As I was doing this, my mother was panting and moaning, until after a while her legs and body started to get rubbery, and I had to hold her up, as she was bucking and screaming and. I’m really tired of being ambiguous and vague about my sexuality. I’m tired of well-meaning bosses trying to set me up with ladies. You never did that, but some of the other editors have. I’m tired of avoiding the topic of my love life, speaking only generally of ‘my ex, ‘ and things like that. I’m especially tired of the neighbor trying to set me up only with black women. No joke about that! She’s a nice, well-meaning lady, but somehow, she’s still convinced that black men only date black.