Bhaiya nahane ke baad aaye unhone sirf towel lapeti thi (uski aadat thi vo raat mein kapde pehekar nhi sota tha) fir usne light band kari aur mere bag...al mein so gya. Main jan bujh kr uske aur kareeb chali gyi aur sone ka natak krke uske lund par hath rakh kar sehlane lagi fir maine hath hata liya aur apni peeth uski taraf kri vo jaga hua tha pr apne phone mein busy tha jab usne phone rakha aur meri taraf muda to meri gol gaand ko net mein se dekha par kuch kiya nhi maine apni gaand ko uske lund. “Done.”Big and Senior both took another hit off the pipe, and Big continued to pace the room, occasionally stopping and getting caught by whatever was porn scene was unfolding; while Senior lay on the bed totally engrossed in the porn on display. Again Big was at my side. Again, his hand was kneading the trouser snake that now seemed to have impossibly grown even larger than at his last stop.“Scott…” he repeated. “How’s it going?” he stammered in a d**g induced haze that must have wiped any. I had to laugh with her. She walked over to the little fridge in the room and got two beers. We spent the rest of the night discussing everything but our project. Over the next two weeks I got to know the two of them really well. Sue was a little uptight at first, but she eventually began to accept me being in her room with Brenda every time she came home. I found out that Brenda has a little teasing streak. Every now and then we would be working on something and she would get this really. She was beautiful and graceful. Her husband Fredrick was a wonderful man, though he was distant. Their marriage was decent, despite the adultery he had committed. She lived in a beautiful condo and drove a nice vehicle. She didn't have children, but she had two dogs. She lived a dream life, but she felt unfulfilled. She needed more. She wanted to be the girl in the story she read. She needed to feel controlled. She wanted a Daddy, a Master, a lover. She decided she would join Lush, maybe make.