"You do interior design, don't you?" I asked."Yes... among other things," she replied with a smile."Come in for a cold drink and give me your opinion ...n something for the house," I said, as I gestured to the door."Doing some renovations?" she asked."Just the bedroom," I answered with a grin, "maybe you can give me some ideas."She hesitated, looking around, before heading for the door. I opened it and let her go first, to be polite and to look at her tight little ass. She looked over at me,. I have always imagined she being fucked by many men like the milk guy, paper guy, neighbor uncle, dad’s friends and even my friends. But never had a wildest dream of me fucking her. The words from kartik kindled that thought in my mind.I reached home, mom opened the door. Mom was in a green saree as it was day time. She looked so hot to me. I wanted to kiss her pink lips and fuck her right away. “So late. And why do you smell bad? Did you drink?” was her first question as soon as he saw me. Not taking the hint, Justin walked with her. Anne didn't want to be rude to him - he was actually a pretty nice boy- but she was feeling the nerves again. Justin was oblivious to this, though, making small talk, mostly just campus news and gossip. It was the first warm day of Spring, and they had to dodge around several joggers. "Oh! Did you hear about what happened?" Justin asked as they reached the library. "Uh, no." "Apparently, some creep has been going around masturbating in the books. Christie surveyed him. He was quite well-built, with no hint of flab on his muscular frame. He had a soft blond moustache and blue eyes. He went to get them two more bottles after some simple small talk. His buns were tight in the jeans and she guessed that he could be quite well-endowed although that was speculation. The dance music in the bar finally got them away from the table. They skipped the latest by Prince and went up for a slow song. She smiled warmly at him and noticed another heat.