I wanted Amber to filter out the crap and fill it with the good music I missed. Dido’s voice was still echoing in my mind. A wanting tenderness that...lit up my imagination. ‘You’re in love again,’ Amber smiled, ‘it’s your artistic side.’ She was right. No matter what sense was being tempted, beauty had a way of drawing me in. ‘Not very manly, huh’ I admitted. She kissed me. Shock was my first emotion. That it wasn’t a peck on the cheek was even more surprising. The wanting tenderness of her. Ann suddenly couldn't resist and while her hand dipped to release my dick from my clothing she slid down between my legs and just took my rock hard prick into her mouth! It felt fantastic having a blow job from another woman that I didn't think about who was giving it to me! Ann plunged up and down on my rod, masturbating it along with her lips and tongue. She was purring and humming as she worked on me and I always moan to a great blowjob. As Ann moved to suck on me, I suddenly clicked back to. She was sleeping in her room on bed, on her shirt shelwar, facing her ass on the roof , and she called me, I was shocked knowing tat what’s the matter I went inside, I told, ji ammi kya huwa kyu bolaya, “why u called me mom”, she told as working and working at home, she is suffering from pain in her back bone, and requested me to apply balm on her back bone, I was just happy, thinking I m getting to chance to touch her body. She slowly moved her shirt little up, I sat beside her and started. Humorous anecdotes received a huge bonus unless they were old ones everyone knew or were obscene. A well-told titillating off-color story scored extremely high, however.The scoring at each successive level was a magnitude tougher than at the previous level, as was the determination for the grand prize tougher still. One had to be careful not to appear more intelligent or debonair than the guests of honor, those with whom one was being allowed to hobnob at each particular soiree, while still.