Don’t know why but looking at my slave a typical mharashtrian guy of about 21 years I felt something very nice for him. He had innocent looks and he... loved to talk in very low tone. I like this guy too much and thought him as my friend. The day I saw him I couldn’t actually talk with him but then gradually we were good friends. I always like his company and later on came to know that he did not have any girlfriend. I assured him that he can call me his girlfriend. We met many times after that. Yours in hope more than expectationGooseberry Fool, The (Mr) Ps. Even the shop-bought Tiramisu I was sharing a shelf with has departed and made its way to puddingy nirvana. Dear Mr FoolYou can't imagine how delighted I was to receive your letter though obviously, I am distressed to hear about your circumstances.All of us know what it is like to be left on the shelf and it is a disheartening, soul-destroying, ego-crushing experience. Though your being of gooseberry heritage I would have thought. He had pretty boy good looks that had more than one woman from another table looking over.Luke shook their hands as warmly as he could. He kept his grip firm without being threatening or challenging."Melissa, Jake. It's a pleasure to meet Jessie's family." Jessie, huh? That nickname finally growing on you sister dear?" her sister teased as she sat down."I like the way he says it." Jessica retorted."She doesn't like Jessie?" Luke asked Melissa.Jake jumped in, "She use to threaten us with bodily. When the orgasm was over Sally turn over and started to suck on my cock. Sally’s love juices running down her inner leg, and I began to lick up every drop. Sally mouth was just as good as her pussy, the way she moved her lips and tongue was driving me to cum. I did not want to cum jest yet so I pulled Sally pussy back down to my mouth; too get my mine off of that great cock sucking and to taste more pussy. I blow some air in Sally pussy, Sally push her pussy hard in to my face and scream out.