Different texture. Different flavor. You'll see. And the grease? That can be from the bottle. Or you can brown your meat if it's got enough fat, and u...se that grease. It's a whole different flavor." Dumping knowledge on Cindy is like dumping water on a sponge. She just soaks it up. Dan says I do, too.So the four of us had rice and gravy. I was raised on the dish as were both Dans. It's pretty much a Cajun staple. Cindy was familiar with it. She looked at Dan 1.0, her Dan. "You make this, right,. Then she WhatsApp me and called me to meet at a place. I suggested her to come to PSR for a movie and we can discuss there. If she is ok with it then we can proceed further. She agreed to it.We met and went to a movie. She gave me her address and asked me to meet on Friday evening when her daughter goes for tuition as she was ok with my personality.I reached on Friday at around 7:00 pm as discussed on the address given by her. She was staying in Sector 20, “D” Block the main line, on the 1st. His tempo gradually increased and I knew he was going to come soon. It didn't even occur to me to pull away. Suddenly he groaned loudly and my mouth was filling with warm, salty cum. For the first time. Not the last. I sucked as hard as I could and swallowed in self defense. He kept me on his cock until it was too painful for him and he pulled away. He flopped down on his lounge chair and sighed. "Wow, that was great. Thanks." He reached for his unfinished drink. I felt strangely proud at his. This story is about what I would have done with D if he did accept my invitation. And that invitation remains open for him - so if you happen to read this, my hot friend D, write me back and let's talk more.We would meet somewhere near my home and I would give him a final chance to back off. Which I'm almost sure he would not do if he really made up his mind to do this with me.We would walk into my place and as soon as I shut my door I would give him a long, sexy, hot mouth on mouth french.