I didn’t even know how to react. She said to be calm and that she wanted to tell me earlier but she didn’t want to chance me not liking her. I was...stunned and just sat there. She ran her hands through my hair and comforted me with her eyes. I didn’t know why I was not freaking out. I curiously wanted to taste this cock in my face. She continued to run her fingers through my hair and gently guided my mouth onto her cock. Now I was the horniest that I’d ever felt in my life. My heart was beating. I was vacation and was waiting for the colleges to start. She had completed her under graduation by that time. Now we are more closer with each other (playfully I call her my dear, etc…). One day she came to our house wearing Saree. She was adjusting her saree; I could see her deep navel and those wonderful cleavage of hers. She noticed it and to my amusement winked at me. This gave me more arousement and I instantly got a hard on. But I could not do much as there were others also in my house. They were slightly amazed that each of them had experienced an orgasm every time he released his baby making nectar. It was obvious that the long intense session had deepened their link with each other in ways they didn't quite understand and maybe never would. Even as they rested, it seemed like their bond continued to grow. In evaluating the act of bringing Rusty's cock head to or into their cervix, they found it to be subtle indicator of their commitment to each other. By doing that, they. "I'm better with bugs," I shrugged, which is a wasted gesture in a biosuit, believe me.I looked at the other two men, both dressed in biosuits as well and I shook my head. "Just me and you, Dr. Adams. Your men can wait out here." We're not going in?" one of the men asked."No, we need to minimize exposure," I licked my lips. "After we know what we have, I'll decide if we need anyone else inside." You'll decide?" Adams frowned at me and I ignored it."Double gloves and hoods up, these chemical.