“Should I call him?” I asked myself. But my conscious mind told me to stay within limits. Next day, when I approached the bus stop, I did not see ...im around. The bus arrived, but he was nowhere to be seen. I did not board that bus and waited little longer. But he did not show up. So I took a rickshaw and went home. I had no interests in commuting by bus without him being around. I wondered what must have happened to him. I had his number. I could have called him and found out. But did not have. Lunch was calmer but there was still tension between Alex and me. We didn't talk as much as we used to.As lunch was over, Alyssa whispered in my ear, "Brain fuck!"Yes! This afternoon would cheer me up!I hurriedly walked to my home with Alyssa. I was eager to fuck her pussy and take my mind off the stress of the last few days. Sara rode home with Andy, so she was home much faster than I was. I could hear Sara and Andy already fucking by the time Alyssa and I entered my bedroom and because of. Luckily I was big and scrappy enough that guys wound up with black eyes and fat lips for teasing me.”“You never married?”“Nope. Just between you and me, all the gals I fucked in high school never really did it for me. I got bigger more intense kicks from jerking off. So, today, my right hand and I are a two-some,” he laughed.I chuckled, “Good on you, to each his own.”We went upstairs and walked out to the truck.Clara and Carl are standing beside the truck.After handshakes and goodbyes all. ?Oh, my God, who was this guy? He’d pulled off a complete transformation. I was tempted to call his bluff, but I also wanted to please him now. And his hand felt so good—if I could just get a little more traction to fuck his thumb— ?Fuck me!? I cried. ?Please, make me cum. Use me. I’m so horny. Make me cum, please, please.??Like this? Bent over my lap, your punished ass in the air? You want to cum on my hand??His thumb pressed against my G-spot and his middle finger slid over my clit. My body.