Felicity smiled, "My husband insists on me using them, but I hate them, personally,” she told him; both of them looked at the packet of condoms she ...arefully placed in her bag.Marcus smiled. “Are you on business?”Felicity nodded, picked out her phone and read the text message. An unpleasant ‘fuck' escaped her almost tight lips as she placed it on the bar; arranging it just so the words would be awkward but not impossible to read from his angle.Marcus had to strain his neck a little to read the. My mind rages ahead, hastening those dirty thoughts.He makes me cum all over his fingers, and as my racy holler fades out, he pulls my thighs towards him. I have no option but to kneel. As soon as he has me right where he wants me, his tongue plasters itself to my folds and he sucks in the outpours of my lechery. His mouth fastens to my lips and his tongue laps at my glistening creases, occasionally pushing inside. Then he's out, eyeing up my holes for his own pleasure. I'm squirming on the. This awkward situation only arose as in all my excited stupidity I’d unthinkingly told her she could come by and that “my maasi and cousin will be around” when she’d asked if she could come over at my place to get tutored on some subject material she found difficult to comprehend.The next day I somehow woke up early again. Maasi had already woken up and must have been in the hall. I felt no desire to go to sleep again so I got up and went to the hall. I noticed she was not there and the door to. "Sure...um, okay then, I'm going to go hang out in my room, I guess." "Are you going to masturbate?" I said the words without thinking. He chuckled and looked down at the floor. I had no idea if I was making things better or worse. I tried to swallow away the lump in my throat, but it didn't help. "I don't know. Maybe." He fidgeted for a moment, then shrugged again. "Probably." I knew what I wanted to say, but he looked so painfully uncomfortable that I couldn't bring myself to push the issue.