She went into the kitchen and bought me a bottle from the fridge.me: I just couldn’t sleep.she: What’s wrong? Is the couch uncomfortable? Its ok i... u want to go in and sleep beside mama ji and I can adjust here.me: No no mami. that’s ok. it’s not about comfort.she: what’s wrong then?me: I was just overthinking. a lot of things going around in my head.she tells me if I can help you with anything. mama ji cares about u a lot. we are family and are always there to help u in need.I adjusted myself. . I lean towards it, giving it a peck on the soft, wet head. I lick my lips to taste his salty pre-cum before he grabs my head suddenly, and pushes it into my mouth. I groan and grab at his thighs, trying to balance myself as he begins to thrust his prick in, hitting the back of my throat. "Ahh, fuck,” he groans, “shhh, baby. Don't make too much noise. Your parents might... HEAR!" he pulls my head down and thrust his cock in, harder and more rough, as he says this. I gag and groan, trying to. “I guess that is what all women want” I said and I began to kiss her, our tongues entwined. I kissed her neck and shoulders and moved down to her breasts flicking her erect nipples with my tongue. She began to moan. “Oh Terry my sweet boy you are so good to me”. I reached down and rubbed her clitoris and pussy. She was already wet. I suspect she was even before getting to my apartment. Again she moaned and I sucked her nipples. She began to rub my head and then forced it hard again her breasts.. The slightest sensation can be its trigger-an image, a scent, a touch, real or imagined. Even my most buoyant of moods is subject to the quick stab of memory, like a slap across the face. Nights and mornings-the worst times for distant lovers. I lie in bed in the evening, unable to sleep. The evening drifts into the early hours of morning, which bear witness to my fits and starts. These are the times for melancholy, when the expense of a day’s energy has worn me down, and left me only able to.