Our hugging and petting had increased to such a level, that I almost looked forward to seeing him every day and ‘feeling’ his generosity. Then one...day, out of the blue, he told me if I would be interested in coming to his house that evening as everyone would be at a wedding ceremony, including his brothers. I immediately responded with a nod of appreciation and thereafter, could not even light my cigarette probably due to the thousands of butterflies which were swirling inside my stomach, and. {Call me when you get off, I am David (***)333-3333}. Ron read my hastily wrote note and smiled at me as he said '...thank you sir...' I watched him as he hid my number in his palm and walked off to assist the next customer. It was two days later that my phone ranged with a strange number, I answered and heard a somewhat familiar voice say '...Hi this is Ron, you gave me your number...' my heart skipped a beat as I responded '...yes, I'm David, thanks for calling. Are you free today...' Ron. I decided to 'dummy up', taking advantage of a good thing. I did what you would have done if such a fantastic once-in-a-life time opportunity presented itself! I lied like a rug! My response to her question was, "No, Betty I don't." "Oh, Baby I'm so scared." When Betty called me baby she wasn't being sexual. Betty called everyone baby. It was part of her Betty Boop cute-ness. But still... in the context of what was taking place; it was damn erotic and my cock began to stand at 'Attention' to. This small dainty creature was bouncing up and down on my cock. Her boobs were moving with the rhythm and I reached out to play with it. But she brushed my hands down and in turn had her hands around her boobs sqeezing and looking at me in a slutty way. Rekha suddenly emitted a loud piercing cry and shuddered and fell on top of me. She just lay there even though my lund was still hard and in her choot. I raised her face and kissed her cheeks. She said, I am tired riding it, let me rest. I said.