Ek room waale ghar mein main rehta tha. Kitchen tha bhi, to wo alag se baahar tha.Tab main poocha: Kaise soyegi?To usne bola, ki wo neeche so jayegi. ...Fir maine kutch zyada bola nahi, kynki bed chhota tha, aur wo mere sath soti, to pakka mere se chud jati.Khair hum dono apni-apni jagah so gaye. Subha utha to wo uth chuki thi, aur washroom mein thi. Naha kar wo wahi kapdo mein wo baahar nikli, jo raat mein pehne hui thi. Fir usne naashta banaya, aur maine khaaya. Maine usko kaha-Main: Tum jub tak. It felt fulfilling in the most raw and basic way. And the sense of oneness and union as we lay cuddling together was wonderful. I don’t think I’d ever felt so close to Grace before, as we just held each other, sleepiness from the stressful day soon clawing at my eyelids and my brain.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I was woken by the warm rays of the sun of a late summer Saturday. The warmth of the sun and of Grace’s young body next to mine felt wonderful.Grace was still asleep, no. It was a full on lips connected, tongues touching, spit swapping kiss. There we were standing in the water naked, hugging and kissing like two lovers. Mom was breathing heavy and moaning. I thought I was going to pass out. The feeling was incredible! I worked my hand up to feel her breast. Mom let out a moan and broke off the kiss just long enough to say, "Yes! play with my tits". I started pinching and twisting her nipples, then when our kiss broke off I moved my mouth and took her nipple in. She gawks at his cock with intrigue. "You want to pee in my nose, don’t you?" she already knows what he is thinking."Won't it be kinky?" He pats her head."Do I really have to?" she moans."You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to," he assures her."But I said I would," she reminds him."You said you wouldn’t stop me if I wanted to do something to you," he corrects her. "That doesn’t mean you don’t get to say something or that I won't listen if you do." You know what, go ahead. I want to try.