When finally their lips parted, a loud wet sound escaped which made Pinky’s heart race harder. She stared into their dark silhouettes with wide eyes.... Anjali and Mahendra had realized their mistake and froze for some time. After staying still for some time they assumed Pinky was asleep. Anjali turned to look at Pinky and then turned back to him. With the taste of his saliva still lingering in her mouth she whispered to him.Anjali: awaaz mat karo…beti jag jaaeygi. (Be quiet. My daughter will wake. “Well, here we are.” She said.“This must be my nephew…” came another voice in the room.I turned to hear the source of the voice as his Aunt Vicky walked into the room from the kitchen... and my jaw dropped. Vicky looked exactly like my mother, a mirror image, except that she had long blonde hair, instead of short like mom’s. Other than that, I would have thought I was looking right at my own mother. They even had the same gigantic tits. Vicky was wearing a button-up blouse that was tied in. Well Friday came and I cleared my calendar in preparation for Ed stay. I cleaned and freshened my apartment from top to bottom. I walked into town and got myself a new outfit then sat nervously for a few hours watching the TV, he text me earlier in the day to say he was knocking off work at 12pm. It did seem strange to me that this was the first man that I've met and would having sex with that I have not picked up in a cottage or cruising area, OK I didn't pick Tom up in cottage, but if I. It was very secluded, and my fiancé and my friends' boyfriends would not be in town for three more days. We'd had a few good parties there before and would often lay out nude at the pool. The next day, my two friends and I went to the mall shopping. We've been very close since our freshmen year, and we tell each other everything including our fantasies. We had already talked about our fantasies about having sex with some hot-bodied, good-looking, black guys, but we had never done that. We ran.