I look over my shoulder at you; your head is leaning back loose on your shoulders, your mouth is smiling, and you look like your savoring this moment ...in time. I notice your breathing quicken, and I wonder what you’re thinking. Your hands start to move over my hips, back and sides. You lean into me and shiver from the heat and sweet contact of our bodies. I feel you move your hips back and your cock slides down to my cunt. Your cock head rests just there; right at my opening, just on the edge of. ”“Oookay. Well my mom has a lot going on. She might not go for it, Sid.”“Ack, just let me handle it. She’ll soften up, dude.”“What about your dad?”“Pfft! He’s not gonna miss me, man. He’ll probably just get drunk and not even bake a turkey. It’s win-win. Trust me... Anyway, you said you were spacin’ out. What’s got you cruisin’?”Terry fidgeted and looked uncomfortable. His eyes settled on one of his guitars. “Well, my dad might not even be in town for Thanksgiving. My mom seems fine, but Mal’s. All that, however, is history since I ran afoul of my manager in the company and he decided to try and make life hell for me. To cut a long story short, I quit and decided to move to Mumbai since I had some contacts there who could get me a job (the company where I eventually met Smriti and Kritikaji). I bid a tearful goodbye to my flatmate and kissed him before leaving, promising to send him naked pics of myself whenever he wanted. Soon enough I reached Mumbai and found a flat for myself. She started to rub the cum into her pussy pushing it deep inside. She licked her hands clean after she was finished.“that was amazing” I said thinking our session was over.“WAS?” she shouted “you’ve still got to fuck my ass yet”She got onto all fours, with her ass facing me and she spread open her ass cheeks, revealing her tight brown hole. My cock was still hard so I got right to it. I got her to spit all over my dick to lube it up, strands of saliva slowly dripping off the head as I moved.