" I am gonna have fun with you." She said suddenly my hands still on her tits holding her gently squeezing them. "Sweetheart, it's not gonna be this e...sy. N I'm gonna need you to let go of those" she saids and demands while with her left hand pointing down to her tits. My hands over them holding her turning the darkest deepest form of red. I think that by now I match her lipstick. I'm just standing there holding her tis trying to figure out if I just fantasized all that or did that really. I am from Bangalore. But I am working and living in Chennai. I am a 25-year-old Software Engineer. You can email me or hangout at .In the previous part, I ended the part with me and Anna having a great time. And by a great time I mean great sex! Anna was still confused and she ran out saying “I love you.” Let me continue the story from there. I thought Anna went to the room, so I headed to my room too.Anna is not here. She ran away from me at the house. She’s probably trying to avoid me now.. “Absolutely, Paul. I’ve already worked out supply levels and costs, so that’s all covered.”“Good. Do you need me to pay a partial advance for everything you’re making and buying?”Juan’s smile grew even bigger. “An advance payment of one hundred and fifty dollars will guarantee exclusivity of my entire inventory through February.”“Okay, consider it done,” I replied.Anna came by to check on me, and I asked her to meet us in the family dining room, with a small sheet. She nodded and left, while I. “. . so do you think you'll name your gal-pal here? Who might she represent in fantasy?”Something clicked in my head, “You said, 'my men', when you said you bought the dildo. Do you think of both your men when you use it?”“Not at the same time,” mom replied, blushing.“Your first lover, a movie star, or . . . me?” I finished her list of examples; the last word was almost whispered, the excitement sucking the wind out of my lungs with awe and anticipation.“Yess.” her voice as breathy as my own.