That’s where he met Zoya, who was from Mumbai and had been working for the past 3 years. Zoya was a Muslim but pretty open-minded. She helped Rahul ...to onboard the team with ease. Zoya was one of the fairest and prettiest girls he had met. Rahul and Zoya bonded over Mumbai and started to gel in well. Zoya got to know that Rahul was looking for a place to live. Luckily for him, Zoya had just rented a 2-bedroom apartment and was looking for a roommate. She pitched the idea to Rahul. He was happy. But, when she turned, she saw a grizzled man ten years younger than her with a five o’clock shadow and bloodshot eyes leering at her.Walt was MIA and it was time to complete the promise that she had made to herself. She replied in what she hoped was a sultry voice, ?You look like a fun guy. I’m ready if you are. What did you have in mind???Maybe let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it.??No need for a drink. Let’s just talk about it now.? She licked her lips and leaned close, giving him. In seconds, I was shooting my load into the washtub. I unwrapped the nylon from my cock and saw there was cum on it. I placed them back on the pile and shuffled through the laundry until I found another pair. I took the pair of worn pantyhose I found and stuffed them into my pocket. I was about to go upstairs when I heard the toilet flush. Oh crap, my mom was still awake. I then heard footsteps walking around upstairs. I waited for a minute or two and I went back upstairs with some of the dried. ?" I asked tentatively. "And I ended up having sex with them." "Both of them?!" Kayla nodded, her eyes till transfixed on the floor. "At the same time?!" Again she nodded, looking very ashamed and embarrassed. I was speechlessas I attempted to process the information that was just given to me. My mind was suddenly assaulted by images of my sweet little girlfriend getting fucked by two guys. "Are you mad?" Kayla asked meekly. "No," I responded, actually surprised that I wasn't mad. In fact.