There were a lot of sexual urges I didn't think were "proper", like the urges to seduce Tri-Delts, try butt-fucking and eventually triple-penetrations... and eventually to have sex one-on-one with someone who wasn't my boyfriend. "Good girls" didn't do those things, but then doing them with Ben didn't seem so wrong, and it was a slippery slope beyond that."Proper" didn't have a place with me anymore. "Perfect Me" no longer existed. But that didn't necessarily mean I WANTED to do drugs, have sex. Her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her naked before me. Rather than take the time to look at the rest of her, I sat her back on the table and knelt before her. I looked up into her eyes, made sure she realized that I intended to gift her and reached to part her thighs. My fingers stroked the insides of her legs, moved with sure care and tenderness over velvet skin. My tongue met that same skin an instant later. It took me several long moments to moisten the insides of both her thighs,. .so since this is my first story, I’m not gonna tease ya’ll people out there with a really long and unnecessarily slow pace for an erotic story. So ..cheers to all you! :). My name’s uhh….let’s say my name’s Karthik. And that is NOT my real name. I’m a committed yet promiscuous guy. My girlfriend’s name is Varshini. We’ve been in the relation for like 4 years. Well, though she’s one hot and dirty bitch, the story’s not about her. It’s about her mom. Her name’s Anitha. Yes, all the names have. I clicked on the ‘SECURITY’ icon and saw a state game warden looking into the camera.I pushed the intercom button and asked, “Yes? Can I help you?”“Yeah, I need to ask you some questions.”“About what?”“About poaching.”My heart gave a little leap because I knew Romulus and Remus were as guilty as sin. “Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I lied.“I still need to talk to you.”“I’m afraid that would just be a waste of your time and mine. Try the people next door.”“Look, pal, you can either.