Back to square fucking one. You know, when you make a clumsy, abortive pass at your best friend when you’re twenty, it’s charming, at twenty-five,... amusing. At thirty-eight, it’s absurd. This brings us to New Years’ Eve, when I found myself being kissed and caressed on a soon-to-become twenty-minute trek to take out the trash. Fortunately, none of my other friends had the wherewithal to clean up, our absence went slightly, drunkenly noticed. After some animated snogging and furtive caresses, I. We pull up to my house and we walked inside. I told her she can start in the living room and go into the kitchen then the dining room and I was gonna take a shower. She got right to work and I went to the bathroom and got completely naked and started stroking my cock to full erection. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room sneaking a peek inside the living room seeing her bending over so I got a full view down her shirt. I decided now is the time and I ripped the towel from my waist. Phir mein ne vandana ki gaand chatana suru kar diya uncle uski gaand marana chhate thein aur uncle meri choot aur gaand dono ko chat rahe thein vandana ka gaand mein jeeb anadr dal kar chat rahi thein phir uncle ne lund pein Vaseline lagaai aur vandana ke gaand mein lund ghusaya vandana chilla uthi mein usko boobs daba rahi thi aur choot uske muh pein rah thein uncle uske chilana nahi sun rahe thein aur uski gaand bahut jor se mar rahe thein phir mein ne dildo ko apne choot pein bandh liya aur. An image of her party legs swam into my mind.“Sorry,” she started, “I didn’t know how to contact you, just your school, that Faye mentioned,” she was explaining about following me, “and I had an idea you’d rather see me here than there.”“Yes, you’re quite right, that’s fine, come through,” I led her through to the kitchen, still wondering why she was here. She hadn’t asked Faye for my number or email or address. “Would you like a drink? Cup of tea?”“Tea?” Mocking smile, head tilted, eyebrows.