Ab main story dosto kuch din aise chat aur phone pe baat karne k baad maine usse milne ko kaha woh bhi milna chahti thi par woh kehti ki uske papa ki ...ohot pehchan hai hum bahar nahi mil sakte mera naseeb us waqt accha tha ki main apne ek friend ke saath flat me rehta tha toh woh flat me aane ke liye maan gayi. Woh flat par aayi kya maal lag rahi thi woh tight top white color ka aur jeans man toh kar raha tha bas utha kar bistar par chad jau par maine control kiya woh aayi kuch der baat ki aur. He’d been in the hospital sick, and the very next day, I found some excuse to run across town and pick up my… what is he? My ‘boyfriend?’ My married friend I’ve hung out with and ‘cheated on’ (yeah, cheating on top of cheating) for two years now. We went to this place I like with flowers and fish, and we walked down these nature trails. I showed him everything I love above there, kissed him under the gazebo, bent over between some hedges and let him push up my dress and lick my asshole until I. Their office. Outdoors. They know that when they need to cum I am only a phone call or text away. All 3 know about each other but have never met another and I have sucked them all for about a year now. 2 of them also like to fuck me but 1 only wants his cock sucked.Recently one of them had an empty house for 2 days as his wife and 3 k**s went to his in-laws. He made a lame excuse so he wouldn’t have to go. Separately I asked each one of them if they would ever be open to letting me take care of. Yes, there actually is such a thing, and it even has a scientific-sounding label. Apparently it was an accidental byproduct of a super-secret Soviet psychic research project in the late '60s. (I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osmosed, or memory leaked, and I began remembering things. Things Amelia probably didn't intend for me ever to know.In the first place, her name was not Amelia.